Inside her room, Emily's lips wobbled and her eyes burned with unshed tears and before she could stop them, the tears came — hot and fast.
She tried to keep quiet, tried to muffle her sobs, but the weight in her chest had grown too heavy. Each tear carried pieces of pain she thought she had buried long ago, but it was all back — just like that.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked herself gently, her breath hiccuping as flashes of the past returned like sharp arrows to her chest.
She had first met Callan at the orphanage home where her Dad celebrated her seventh year birthday.
He had been mean and almost ruined the party because he was mad that his mother had abandoned him. She had not held his actions against him because she was sorry for him.
