Selena walked forward until she stood right in front of him, looking at him without shouting, without trembling, without a single drop of pleading in her eyes.

“It’s over, Hunter,” she said.

“Selena, please, just listen, my mom was only—” he started, but she cut him off.

“Your mom cut my hair, and you stood there and held me up so she could do it,” she said, her voice dripping with ice.

Hunter opened his mouth, but there was no explanation left in the world that didn’t sound absolutely disgusting.

“Do not ever say my name again as if it still belongs to you,” she said.