Chapter FourteenSeated across from Van at a table in Broadcasting House, Cora struggled to keep her mind on the notes she’d made for their article. She’d read the same sentence three times, and her brain refused to process the words. She stole a glance at him from under her bangs. He seemed intent on his work and oblivious to her agitation. Maybe he was a better actor than her.
Or maybe he was still upset with her emotional outburst this afternoon. He had every right to be irritated, even angry at her. Why couldn’t she keep a rein on her temper? She’d let her past hurts surface, and they continued to churn and infiltrate her thoughts and behaviors. Why couldn’t she let them go?
Instead, every time she saw Myrtle, insecurities and doubt surged, making her lash out and say stupid things. V
