As Louisa enters her front door, the home feels colder than usual.

The slight click of her heels on the wood floor is muffled by the weight of the pain in her chest.

She throws her clutch on the couch and sinks down next to it, holding her face in her shaking hands.

Sharp and unrelenting, Kingsley's words replays in her head. "You were nothing short of garbage!" "Queen of Deceit."

Every word cut through her poise, exposing her vulnerability and rawness.

Even though she had expected him to be hostile, the poison in his charges nonetheless, managed to pierce her more deeply than she had thought.

She struggles to...