She was shaking like a leaf when she ended the call. She pulled a blanket all over her shoulders as she sat in the corner of her bed, trying to find comfort and protection from a piece of cloth.
She could feel her phone vibrating under the duvet cover but she ignored it.
Whoever was sending her messages had to wait because she's afraid to look at her phone. She didn't want to see a message from her father.
She didn't want another lie from him.
She didn't want another confirmation on how he had been lying to her.
How her life had been a series of lies from the person she trusted the most.
How the person who looked at her with love and adoration fed her with deception.
She closed her eyes and hugged her knees.
She allowed herself to cry—for the betrayal, for all those times hat she treated her harshly because she believed her father's words.
Matthew told her to be kinder to herself. But how could she be kind when she was cruel to the woman who brought her to life.
