Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-seven

• Nᴇᴡ Oʀʟᴇᴀɴs, ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀʏ.
• Elaine had never known pain like this. Not even when her mother died. Not when she gave birth to Alice. Not when she had been dragged into a world of men with greedy eyes and colder hearts. Not when she realized Chris wasn’t exactly the saviour she thought he was.
• This pain was different. It clawed at her insides mercilessly that the breath was knocked out of her lungs and all she could do was writhe silently in pain, her throat too dry to cry out. It felt like all the pain in her heart seeped in slowly and amplified it until she was literally gasping.