She walked into her room with her shoulder shagging in pain but whenever she remembered that her parents were there, talking things out or her father begging for mercy which she knew he would, a smile would come over her face. She suddenly remembered the girl she had given to Lorcán on the war day and thought, maybe she could use that as an excuse to speak to him.
She walked to the bathroom, took her bath and while she walked out with her baby bump slightly showing through her towel, Aranya felt as someone held her from behind, well maybe it wasn’t just someone, it was the man she loved. Because with a thousand hands all over her body, she was certain she would know how his touch felt like. She felt but didn’t want to show that she knew it was him.
“Who’s this?!” She spoke through gritt
