CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
AUTHOR'S POV
Roxanne's first registered expression was gratitude, then it quickly shifted to shock, and then ended in torrents of tears. Tears that earlier on had refused to fly out were now springing out like a giant waterfall that even the tissue she had in her purse could not contain. Tears of pain, anger gratitude, resilience and exhaustion were now allowed to settle at the bottom of the tissue, singing and dancing to the beats of her aching heart.
Her hair that had flown down in fear was now wet in sweaty tiredness. Her blue eyes had never looked more pale. It reflected all the past years of torment and agony.
