Chapter 88 Alive Again

• Parting her thickened wet eyelashes, the beams of the moonlight seeping through the large framed window kissed her face as she sighed.
• So slowly, she properly began showering with mind torn between two unsettling topics — Doreen's absence and Francess' presence.
• No… It would've been swell if the two ballet dancers didn't meet — ever again. Back then — their past, although unresolved, wasn't so hurting Tessa; it was never this bad.