[Book 2] 8: The Weightiness

After a long day of running around chasing or being chased by the kids, Lorena was glad to find the comfort of her tiny bed. The first two days, she had grieved, grieved the lost opportunity of ever being with the love of her life. She had cried herself to sleep on both days. Five days after, she still felt pain, but taking care of the kids, took her mind away from it.

Now on her bed, she searched for sleep, but it eluded her. She tossed and turned, almost falling off the bed, but she still couldn't sleep. Now the dust had settled, she had to know what her future held. Two weeks had passed since she was tagged the modern runaway bride. Asides from her father threatening her mother's foundation, nothing else had happened. She had not heard a peep from Markris.

"You must be enjoying life without the torn in your flesh." She whispered. She could picture his face now. She would rather die before she admitted it, but physically, every man paled compared to him. God was so unfair, giving s