Priscilla's pov

Did I lash out at him too much? Was I overreacting? Do I call him to apologize? I played with these thoughts as I tossed and turned around in my bed, unable to sleep. The image of the crestfallen look on my children's face reappeared in my head and I just couldn't get it out.

I mean, it was just a bruise but I overreacted and ruined everything we had going on. “Ugh, Priscilla, such a nice way to ruin something beautiful.” I groaned and turned again.

My thoughts won't let ...