"Yes, I know," Jessamyn forced a smile on her face, though it felt like a fragile mask. "I was not… I didn't… I'll go… pack," she said, her voice trembling as she turned and hurried upstairs.
Once in her room, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. It was her fault for making assumptions. She had hoped, even if just for a moment, that Jerrick might have changed his mind. But it appeared he was steadfast in his decision and wouldn't waver.
Jessamyn moved to her bed and began packing, her hands shaking slightly. As she folded her clothes and gathered her belongings, her mind raced with thoughts and emotions.
The excitement she had felt earlier had been replaced by a sense of dread and resignation. She had thought this trip to Ravensworth might be her chance at freedom, a chance to reconnect with her past and maybe, just maybe, find a way out of the marriage she had never wanted.
