Chapter 90 An Energy I Can't Control

• The night ends with me embracing my daughter, trying to sleep. Amidst all the doubts, uncertainty, and old memories, I can't seem to fall asleep. It's not because of physical exhaustion, nor mental fatigue, it's just to give my body some rest.
• I'm scared and I can't deny it. Not to myself.
• I can pretend to be confident, I can be a proud bitch if necessary, all to maintain that image of a strong and unattainable woman. But I'm not made of iron, blood runs through my veins and I feel fear, like everyone else. I know which battles I can face and which ones I can't, and the one that lies ahead is one that I must play carefully. I'm clear that I won't surrender to anyone, especially not to Richard the sicko, but I must control my temper to avoid ending up harmed.