THE HANDSOME MEDICAL DOCTOR: CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

First, her nose grew very red at the tip; then, her small mouth screwed itself around by her left ear; gradually, her round face wrinkled till it resembled a withered crabapple; and finally, if one listened intently and watched closely, one could hear small sniffs and see two infinitesimal drops of water issue from the nearly closed and wrinkled eyes.

Her tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face. She could feel the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child and bit her lips hard as if the pain could soothe her. 

There is static in her head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress she had at that moment. She heared her own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. 

It took something out of her she didn't know she had left to give. That's the way it is when people are hard. It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no other person can see.

Susanna cried as Susanne console her. She watche