#Chapter25

I don't think I'd ever truly realised the extent of the emotional scars Jackson had skilfully imbedded into my heart. Until now.

Like the curtain sealing them away had dropped to reveal the true damage he had inflicted. I'd never admitted it or accepted that he was the first person to steal a part of my stole.

No mercy given, he took it and kept an iron grip in it. Achieving what I believed was the impossible.

In this moment I felt like I was unravelling naked, bare, completely exposed. Tears fell freely from my eyes, but I held no shame. It was like an outer body experience. For...