Becky stood at her bedroom window, her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection, as if holding herself together. The warmth of the afternoon sun spilled across her room, casting a golden glow that seemed to mock her bleak mood.
Her gaze drifted out to the orchard that sprawled beyond the Quin villa, its lush green foliage and juicy fruits inviting her to go outside and bask in the beauty of nature. But today, even that vista failed to capture her attention.
She had spent the entire morning in her room, lost in a sea of turbulent emotions. Her eyes felt heavy and gritty, as if she had been rubbing sand in them for hours. She had barely slept the previous night, tossing and turning as her mind replayed the events of the day before.
The argument with her father had left her feeling shat
