Chapter 9 The Girl With The Silver Hair

• Freya closed the door behind her after Morgan left. For the first time, she had the time to breathe since her wreck of a wedding.
• She sank to her knees, and her shoulders slumped and trembled. She had been pretending to be OK, to be OK, to be above the pain, but she wasn't. She was not acceptable.
• Hot tears streamed down her eyes, and a bitter taste crawled up her tongue; a gasp escaped her throat, and for the first time, she cried. For the first time after that night, a brutal and painful cry escaped her lips. It was too much to bear.