Blaze paced nervously in the reception area while smoking a cigarette. How had she wound up in a place like this? Erik leaving her might have been the springboard, but she knew the real reason she was here. It was because she was tired. Tired of struggling, tired of waking up nights in a cold sweat, tired of her uncle’s ugly face floating above her, tired of never having a man in her life, tired of everything!
She knew that it might be too late for her and Erik, but whether it was or not, she knew now that she couldn’t live like this anymore. She couldn’t let herself continue to be haunted by a dead man. Her priority now was to help that little fourteen-year-old girl who wanted desperately to grow up and be the woman she was meant to be.
She hoped it wasn’t too late.
She was even tenser
