Arlene's POV
What the hell just happened back there.
Damn it all to hell. What am I even doing with my life? I threw away everything I worked my ass off to build, and the worst part is I can't even make myself feel sorry about it. The anger and hurt are eating me alive from the inside out.
Something has to be seriously messed up in my head. But I'm not the only one to blame in this whole disaster. Gianna treated me like I was some piece of property she could move around on a chessboard, and sure, I get that she's stressed about whatever pack politics are tearing everyone apart, but threatening my job crossed every line imaginable.
"Arlene." The guilt bleeding through Warner's voice makes my chest tighten in ways I don't want to acknowledge.
