Chapter 70 (My Fear)

• I downed the fourth cup of water and smashed it hard against the plain kitchen counter. I ruffled my hair and puffed out frustrated air as I turned to Matilda, who had a look of worry in her hazel eyes.
• "Vicky," her soft voice whispered, and I paused, my chest heaving up and down as I breathed fast, recalling the old wounded memories.
• "He seems to want his presence," I smiled, a forceful grin on my parted lips.