NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

Perhaps there was a light at the end of that tunnel, even if only a glimmer of hope.

Clayton's tone as he spoke was ambiguous, not rich with promises or buoyant; it was just vague. I watched him as he left the room, leaving me to wallow in the uncertainty of what was to come. I fell on the bed, twiddling my fingers, hoping he would come back soon with his lawyer or whoever, and we could get it over with. All I wanted was for Anna to be okay, nothing more. I collapsed on ...