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MRS. DEVON'S POV

I sat in the quiet of my living room, thinking about how I was going to tell Xander about what was in my mind.

The room was so quiet that the only thing I could hear at that moment was the thinking sound of the clock and my loud thoughts that kept coming back to me every now and then even though I was trying so hard to keep them away. My hands rested in my lap and my fingers were entwined tightly as I continued to think again and again.

This was a habit I had when I was nervous and considering the gravity of the situation, I knew that I was going to be clasping my hands for a very long time.

Even the soft breeze that occasionally came into the room was not enough to soothe the anxiety and fear that was bubbling up and down inside me.

This was a lot worse than I thought and I knew it was going to take a lot of time before getting rid of these thoughts. How the hell was I going to tell Xander? I had been wrestling without question for hours ever since Floral had com