Lovely confronted Mark, her resolve solidifying as she maintained her ground. His constant meddling and propensity to make things more difficult had become too much, particularly regarding her bond with Hoon.
She felt a wave of protective instinct; she was prepared to face Mark directly if he ventured to violate any more boundaries.
Lovely sat at the edge of her bed with a pen perched above the clean notepad in her lap.
She struggled to compose the words that were just out of her grasp. Looking out the window, she saw the city lights glimmering like little stars, their brightness starkly contrasting the storm building inside her.
It was not an easy choice, but it was time to call her adopted father, Jeb Lewis. She had to end the chapter that tied her to Mark if she ever wanted to create a life free of regrets and shadows.
Her mind wandered to Hoon. His silent strength and unflinching support had soothed her wounded heart.
