Two days.
Two whole days, two nights and two mornings, that was how long she had been from underneath Davison's roof and away from his presence. She wasn't sure how she was suppose to feel, but it wasn't anything like how she expected.
She thought she would feel free, but she didn't. She thought she would be happy again, but she wasn't. She thought the simmering anger that always resided just below her surface would finally boil over and she would be outraged with how she was treated. So outraged that she would talk to the divorce lawyer Anna had recommended and not giving a damn about Davison's reaction to such a thing. She thought that would happen, but it hadn't.
Instead, those two nights were filled with sleepless hours and those morning were plagued by circling thoughts. And Daviso
