The next morning, I was groggy and tired, having not gotten much sleep. I had tossed and turned, thinking about my future.
How was I going to manage living with three men who despised me, and obviously had not respect or interest in me aside from taking away my innocence?
I was wallowing in doubt and self-pity when I entered to dining room to have breakfast with Armand. “Good morning, Beryl. Did you sleep well?” he asked, not looking up from his plate.
“Fine.” I lied to him, knowing he would smell it on me, but not caring. I couldn't believe that he lived with his sons and didn’t knows how awful they were.
He paused, watching me for a moment. I sat down, and began eating. Bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit. Normally, I would be delighted to have such a delicious breakfast, but today, I coul
