Asti sat biting the already short edges of her nails, looking at the ticking of their large wall clock, wondering what had possessed her to act completely out of control in front of Tiel—someone she was always so careful to please and care for.
All the words she had said replayed in her mind, the hurt on his face as real as the anxiety that plagued her. She was mortified, and although she had wanted to turn around and apologize, knowing Celeste was there had stopped her.
She thought long and hard in the silence of their bedroom, then decided that even if it was her pregnancy hormones, she had always kept her head screwed on tightly enough to control them.
It was the fact that she had found out she was never loved, Asti thought, feeling the hurt fresh in her chest.
