Chapter 10 Shadows Of The Past

• “Three weeks is not a long time in the whole scheme of things,” Aria Morgan whispered to the horse she was grooming. She brushed slowly, her voice soft and uneven. “I just need a little longer, that is all.”
• The horse flicked its ears back at the sound of her voice, as though listening. Aria tried to steady her own thoughts while her hand moved in calm strokes along the animal’s flank. Given enough time, she told herself, she would get over it. Time healed everything. She had to believe that. So what if every night she went to bed and dreamed of Stefan Romano? So what if she woke up drenched in sweat and restless, the images of him still vivid and consuming? It would fade. It had to. She would force it to because she refused to let herself end up like her mother, a woman broken by love and betrayal. She could not and would not wallow in misery over a man.
• “Maybe just a little bit longer,” she whispered again, her voice almost pleading.