GLENDA'S POV
My face was lined with dried streaks of tears when I woke up. They ran their lines crisscrossed over my face. My head ached like I had a bulldozer working inside it. It felt worse than a hangover.
Elsa had been all shades of right when she told me I'd feel like s**t after all that crying. I looked to the side of the bed, it was empty. I looked around the room and there was no sight of Elsa.
Maybe she left early. I made a mental note to call her later. She had been most helpful staying with me in my moment of grief.
I slowly and tiredly climbed out of bed. The whole of me ached, my body, my soul and my heart. Everything ached. I was reliving a past trauma because of my foolishness. I couldn't complain much. I had a major role to play in my hurt. I was too trusting. I guess
