Sharon couldn't sleep at all that night. She kept pacing around her room. She was careful though not to wake her sleeping daughter. She was almost jealous of her daughter, sleeping peacefully and not besieged by the troubles of the world like she was, in this case, the troubles of the heart.

Her mind was moving round in circles, a core of aching desire still pulsing inside her.

Why had she gone to the party? Why? It might have saved her pride but that was no comfort to her now.

She could have ...