Seth's POV
My legs moved. Faster than I thought I could handle
I didn't know where I was going.
I only knew I couldn't stay in that room another second.
The courthouse corridor blurred around me as I pushed through the doors, ignoring the curious looks from people who had no idea what had just happened inside. My shoes struck the polished floor hard enough to echo, each step carrying me farther away from the courtroom—and farther away from the woman I had spent my entire life believing I knew.
My mother.
The word felt foreign now.
I reached the restroom and barely made it into the nearest stall before my stomach turned.
I dropped to my knees. My legs clutching around the toilet seat.
Everything inside me came up rushing out my mouth.
The little food I'd managed to eat that morning. Water. Nothing substantial.
But it didn't matter.
My body wasn't reacting to food.
It was reacting to Her
To everything Chloe had said in that courtroom.
