Victoria finished her sentence, then let her head fall to one side and immediately closed her eyes.
Hank Clegg didn't care if she was playing possum, his lips inching downwards...
"Enough fooling around," Victoria pushed him away, "I'm really tired, so tired and sad... Let me rest for a while."
"Sad?"
When she said she was tired, he could understand.
He didn't know where this sadness came from.
Victoria hugged her pillow, looking pitiful as she spoke to Hank Clegg: "Of course I'm sad. They all told me you died. And I've been absolutely heartbroken…"
"Really heartbroken?" Hank Clegg asked, lying on top of her, looking down into her eyes.
Victoria nodded.
Of course she was heartbroken. And the worst thing was, she didn't have anyone to share her feelings with.
She pouted and blinked, clearly wronged: "I hadn't even found someone to confide in and express my grief, and you suddenly reappear. It's really frustrating."
