“Do you want me to go?” Riva had whispered finally, but Benton had only gone on giving her the silent treatment.
Riva sat in a chair in the corner, curled up next to a curtain that smelled of dust and faded cigarette smoke, sobbing until she thought her ribs would crack. It didn’t even make sense how much this hurt. She felt weird for the intensity of the ache in her chest, and she periodically tried to get a reaction out of him. She almost wished he would call her horrible names, or maybe even slap her. Anything would have been better than feeling so entirely shut out of the life of the first guy to win her love and share so many new experiences.