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Chapter 40 Tribulations

Author: Judith GW
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-12-10 15:34:27

(Hilda)

Whatever Arlo may have said in the woods in front of Soren about me belonging to him, he wasn’t showing much of it back at his cabin.

He sleeps on a pallet next to the bed and every time I attempt to touch him he flinches away from me.

I’m starting to think I may have made a mistake in choosing to come back here. I know my place isn’t with Soren either. I wonder whether he and Cerelia have managed to work things out. I hope so.

The pain on her face when she walked in on us will forever be burned into my retinas. Shame is still my constant companion. Hopefully Soren came to his senses and apologized.

The accusations he hurled at her in the forest, alleging that she was being manipulative and trying to be the hero, must have hurt her so badly. It rankled me and I’m not the one he implicated.

We were in the wrong and he lashed out at her instead of taking responsibility. He was always the steady, level-headed one in our relationship. A bit controlling, but never aggressive. I
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