All Natalie was able to do was focus on the details of that last few weeks within her mind. Specifically one event; the night in which he had given her that necklace, called her ‘my love’ and made her feel as though he was something more than this illicit affair she convinced herself up until that point they were. But now, every soft touch of that instance and kind word expressed had been cheapened with the knowledge that that necklace was recycled to her. It took quite some time to get the claustrophobic feel of its chain from her neck and the guilt of having worn something by a victim gifted to her by the villain that made her feel like a princess.
Sometime after dawn, her door slowly crept open to the sight of Kenton having slipped at her side, his hand soft on her shoulder.
“Hey, y
