Chapter 53 The Assassination Attempt

• He doesn’t, Clea told herself. He’s just being his narcissistic self. Don’t let him get to you.
• But he had gotten to her already. The striking blow had been dealt. She stood, wanting to forget the words he had said because she didn’t have any will to fight them. She didn’t have any will to fight them because she’d lose. She’d lose every time.
• Perplexion. Distraught. Heartbreak. A myriad of soul-battering feelings. She stumbled back, a measly, heavy step at a time, receding until her legs hit something and she couldn’t go back further. Then she, slowly, let herself down on the porch.