Chapter 15
Miya rolled in the elegant but cold bed that she’d not had a wink of sleep in.
For years she’d tossed and turned at night and, it seemed, without Rico, she’d gone right back to lying awake, planning her life and her future.
This time without love. Pushing for it … well, it never worked out.
She wiped a tear from her eye as she sat and faced the cream wall. In her mind, the truth seemed to be emblazoned on it.
She’d pushed because … because … drat … she’d been falling hard. And it seemed too late now to fix things. She’d been so scared of being happy, and she’d pushed because … she’d loved him.
And he didn’t love her.
She stood and crossed the room to turn the lights on, but the brightness didn’t help. She was still in love.
The moon was still outside her window when she
