Page 15 of The Yoga Teacher

Daniel swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "It—it wasn’t about you,” he repeated, quieter now. "It wasn’t—" He exhaled sharply. "It wasn’t aboutus”

Daniel ran a hand down his face, exhaling hard. "I just—I was in my own head, I was feeling—I don’t know, and she was just…” He hesitated, then finished weakly, “…there."

There.

Sienna had just been there.

Hannah stared at him, numb, the weight of it swallowing her whole.

Hannah had been there, too. But Hannah wasn’t Sienna.

Daniel kept talking. "It doesn’t mean anything, Hannah. It was just—"

"Just fucking," she finished for him, her voice hollow.

She felt nothing.

Numb.

Frozen.

Daniel took another step forward, reaching for her. "Hannah, please—"

She jerked away before he could touch her. She didn’t want him to touch her.

The man standing in front of her wasn’t Daniel. Not the Daniel she knew. That man didn’t exist anymore.

Hannah turned before he could say anything else.

She got into her car. She shut the door.

She didn’t look back.

CHAPTER NINE

Hannah

HANNAH GRIPPED THE steering wheel so tightly her knuckles ached, but she didn’t loosen her hold. She couldn’t. If she let go—if she loosened even a fraction—she might fall apart. And she couldn’t do that. Not here. Not yet.

The road stretched in front of her in a blur of streetlights and passing cars. She wasn’t sure how she was driving, how she was even breathing, when it felt like something inside her had caved in, like the foundation of her body had been hollowed out and left her weightless, drifting through a nightmare that had no end.

Daniel.

She had seen him.

Heard him.

Hannah’s body shuddered, but still, she didn’t cry.

She though what they shared was special. She had never questioned that Daniel felt the same way. Never questioned thatshewas the only one who made him weak, the only one who made him lose control in the best way.

Lies.

All of it.

Hannah’s hands curled tighter around the wheel.

She wanted to scream.

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