Chapter Eleven
Her plans to make the most of the beautiful day gone completely out the window—along with her positive mood—Connie locked her door, dumped her backpack, then dropped heavily onto her bed, which creaked loudly in protest. She buried her face into her pillow and let the tears come. Christ, what a mess. All she’d wanted to do was get away from him, get away from the intense misery he’d caused. She’d achieved that, but in turn all she seemed to be doing was making other people miserable instead. Her mother, though they weren’t exactly close, would probably be wondering where she was, and worrying, despite the letter she’d sent assuring her she was taking some time out and was perfectly fine. Her ex-colleagues, her friends, the rest of her family, would be confused and hurt at h
