The next morning dawned with a sleepless Astrid and no Trent in sight. She paced their room, her mind racing. He'd gone too far. She didn't know if he was cheating, but he'd gone too far regardless. She felt so ashamed, too embarrassed to talk about it to anyone. But why should she feel that way? She didn't do anything wrong... she couldn't answer that, but she knew how he felt. Maybe she'd pushed him too far. Maybe he was right to be so angry. But then her mind whirled the other way, it didn't matter if she'd pushed too far. He'd gone too far in turn.
The pacing continued. She tried to reach out to Ayna, but she couldn't be found. Maybe she was feeling as hurt as Astrid and had retreated to back of her mind somewhere.
Before she realized it was afternoon. She'd paced all day. Eaten no
