Roman

As I made my way into the infirmary, each step was an effort, my mind and body wracked with exhaustion. The damn day felt as if it would never end. My left arm ached and my right hand cramped. The after-dinner meeting in Papa’s office was the icing on the shit-cake day that still wasn’t complete.

Isabella had done everything from denial to shouting to crying to pouting, her arms crossed over her breasts as she stood staring out ...