Veronica was halfway through her breakfast roll when Winona finished speaking. She immediately set the roll down, jumped to her feet, and paced around in circles before snatching up her phone and tapping furiously.
"What are you doing?" Winona grabbed her arm to stop her.
"I'm going to Seastone City right now!" Veronica roared. "I swear, I'm going to wring the necks of those two snakes!"
"Would you listen to yourself?" Winona let out a helpless laugh. "Calm down."
But Veronica looked ready to tear someone apart. She'd always known Tyson was a jerk, but she never imagined he could stoop this low.
This wasn't something a few angry words or a dramatic break-up could fix.
"They actually dared to—"
Her gaze drifted to Winona's leg, and her eyes shimmered with tears.
Her Nona—so breathtaking when she danced—would never dance again, all because of them. If just hearing about it hurt this much, how much worse had it been for Nona living through it?
"Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?" Veronica wiped her eyes. "If I'd known, I would have been in Seastone City with you, giving those two what they deserve!"
"You were busy finishing your degree," Winona said with a resigned smile. "If I'd told you—"
Veronica probably would've dropped out then and there and flown straight home.
"So what?" Veronica shot back. "I'd rather lose a diploma than see you put through hell like this!"
"Don't worry." Winona squeezed her hand. "From now on, I won't let anyone walk all over me again."
Veronica nodded, and once she'd cooled off, she added, "Thank goodness you understood what those two snakes were saying on the phone. Otherwise, you'd still be in the dark."
"Yeah." Winona lowered her gaze. "I really did trust Tyson…"
Funny, really. Winona wondered how much of that success was thanks to her all these years. She'd been sold down the river and still helped count the money.
"Alright, I'll do as you say."
Veronica glanced again at Winona's injured leg, hesitated, and opened her mouth as if to say something—but couldn't bring herself to speak.
Winona knew what she was trying to ask, so she just smiled. "It won't get better. It's fine, really. It's been two years—I'm used to it."
She thought her smile looked calm, but Veronica's heart nearly broke right then and there.
Winona was forcing herself to put on a brave face.
How could she not see through it?
"For now, let's not tell my dad or my grandmother about this, okay?"

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