Naomi
After the emotional rollercoaster with Atticus, I was tired. Physically and emotionally exhausted. I didn’t feel like doing anything and yet, I knew that the store had to be completed as soon as possible. I had a meeting to attend, and I had to see Alastair about the store’s sign. There were so many things I needed to do and prepare before the grand opening and yet, I was struggling to get out of bed. I sighed as I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. The renovations to the cottage had been postponed so that Atticus could focus on the store. I didn’t mind it; it wasn’t as if the cottage was unlivable. I closed my eyes and once again I was in the living room with Atticus, sharing my history. Sharing my pain and suffering. My life up to this point had been dictated by oth
