Fiona ignored her mother's painful grunts for help, choosing rather to sit and stew in her own sorrow.
The woman should just die, and stop stressing me. She thought, as she tore another tissue and wiped her running nose.
When Ewan dismissed her earlier in the hospital, she had thought it a joke, she had thought she was dreaming.
She had pinched herself to awaken from the nightmare, yet she had retained the same position, had remained in the reality where Ewan shunned her.
It had never happened before!
He had never shunned her that way in public!
He had even annulled their engagement!
That one tore at Fiona's heart the most.
An engagement she had waited for, sought for, killed for, and now she was being cut away by Ewan himself?
No! She couldn't take it!
Ewan couldn't do this to her, not after her many labours!
She wouldn't accept his decision! She just couldn't, no matter what!
