Usually, she would force herself to swallow it down, but suddenly, it’s as if she’s unable to control herself. She gives in and allows decades of pent-up grief and self-pity and terror to wash over her like a tsunami. Heaving sobs shudder through her.
The Bartstard by R.L. Nel
Usually, she would force herself to swallow it down, but suddenly, it’s as if she’s unable to control herself. She gives in and allows decades of pent-up grief and self-pity and terror to wash over her like a tsunami. Heaving sobs shudder through her.