Rhoda's POV
I shut the door behind me the instant I walked into the room and rushed to sit at the edge of the bed.
My chest rose and fell in eleven shaky breaths and my face was blotchy from crying.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot, relentless, leaving damp trails on my skin. My eyes, red and swollen, stared blankly at the floor, but I couldn't see anything.
My fingers twisted in the sheets, clutching the fabric like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely.
Each sob that escaped my lips was raw, broken, and the sound of someone too tired of getting hurt all over and all over again.
How could he?
The question kept replaying in my head, louder with each beat of my heart.
I remembered the way Lucian had touched me, whispered my name like it meant something.
