SOLANA
I fought so hard not to unleash the waterworks as I drove, my pulse roaring in my ears. I was cursed. It seemed to me that every pain and suffering I'd gone through was suddenly validated. Every insult I received screamed louder in my mind now.
And then came the haunting realization that every time someone had told me that I was cursed, they'd been right. I glanced at Roman, who was slumped unconscious in his seat, his hand resting on my thigh.
The painful bubble in my chest finally exploded, and I pulled over, struggling to breathe. I sobbed hard, trying as much as possible to not wake my husband up.
My hands shook as I reclined his seat as gently as I could. My fingers were unsteady even as I unbuttoned his shirt a little more, parting the fabric slightly. He was beginning to
