CHAPTER NINETY-TWO

Myra's Pov

I was still on the ground when I felt an arm wrap around me, raising me up and placing me back in the chair.

I sobbed as rough grimy hands wiped my tears and straightened me by my shoulders, setting my head straight forward and into suddenly caring eyes.

"I know it's a lot to process but you'll be fine..." came a low calm voice. "And I just want you to know you should take as much time as you need to accept this..."

I kept sobbing as his voice continued and his hands kept me from falling limp the second time. A headache grew in my skull, bashing my brain as though with a mallet, as I struggled with confusion.

I had become the embodiment of a flurry of rapid emotions. I was suddenly embittered, hurt, saddened; sullen and reeling from betrayal. I felt so downtrodden and broken beyond repair.

"There's still a lot I need you to know, so please take it easy Myra... I just need you to keep yourself in the chair long enough..." Flanagan explained. "I'll take you somewhere else