In Tilly Flower's dictionary, there was no such idiom as 'to fawn and beg for mercy.'
Norris Moore felt that she was truly brave.
To want to walk away unscathed from a relationship, one had to suffer deep wounds.
She couldn't imagine just how long twenty-two years were. That was five-sixths of her life, and even if Sophia Phoenix was a thorn, it had already embedded itself deep into the bone, intertwined with the flesh.
And now Tilly Flower was going to yank it out directly.
Could that possibly not hurt?
Definitely not any less painful than her loss of Trenton Smith.
Gentle knocking sounds came from outside the door.
"Tilly, it's me."
It was Sophia Phoenix's voice.
Norris Moore glanced at Tilly Flower and saw a hint of sarcasm spill slowly from the corner of Tilly's lips as she drew on her cigarette.
With a slight "click," the door was pushed open from the outside, and Sophia Phoenix stood at the threshold, then hesitantly raised his head to look inside.
