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Breaking news and Broken nerves

Author: Krysteewrites
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-02 07:52:54

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW

I laid back on the couch, my hand resting on my belly. Everything hurt—my head, my chest, my brain. The drama, the emotions, the men. Gosh. I was exhausted.

Becca came out of the kitchen with a tray of tea and placed it on the table like the angel she always was. She gave me that look before sitting beside me.

“You good?” she asked softly.

I let out a sigh. “Define good.”

“Emotionally stable, not stressed, hydrated, sane?”

I gave a weak laugh and shook my head. “Then no. Not even close.”

She handed me a cup. “You look like you’ve been in a warzone.”

“Because I have. In my head. Between Liam and Logan.”

Becca’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s talk about it.”

I didn’t want to. But I needed to.

“I don’t know how to feel anymore,” I said. “One minute Logan is hugging me, saying all these words about marriage and change. And the next minute, Liam’s breaking things off because he’s tired of my confusion.”

“Well,” Becca sipped her tea slowly, “you are confused.”

“Gee, thanks.”

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