Chapter 78
She barely saw the road ahead. Barely functioning, yet still managing to swing her car into the cottage car park. She was livid and heartbroken all at the same time. Crying as though in extreme pain. Her hand throbbing where she had violently dragged the snug ring off. Looking down at her trembling hands and the red marks she had left along her finger. Everything was bubbling up and pouring out all at once; all the tension and drama and anxiety of the last weeks. All the insecure doubts and niggling worries. They had been a melting pot of molten lava exploding all over her life and coming out in that room with him. She was no better than Morag. What made her any different? Some irrational needy woman, losing her s**t over a couple of days apart. She knew it was about more than that. Kn
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