Facing Blake's Control

Chapter Nineteen

“Why is Blake doing this for me? Won't you allow me to hear my son's voice? Atleast just to hear how he's doing” she took the coffee and drank it at once, “Oh! It's well”

She went to the bed and lay down, she was feeling very cold, and she covered herself with a duvet, yet…

Blake had always been controlling, but this...this was too much.

Not allowing her to speak to her son, to know how he's doing and know what's going on with him, is very cruel.

Everytime she thought about his son, she felt sad, and she wished she was always there for him, at least for now.

She turned to the wall, she's feeling very cold. The bed felt too big, too cold, and she pulled the duvet tighter, wishing it could shield her from more than just the physical cold.

Her mind wandered to Thompson’s confession earlier. His words had been sincere, but they only added to her confusion.

Was he really the answer to the void she felt? Could he fill the space in her heart that had been empty for so lo