Leah's Illness

Reyona braced herself the following morning for Thomas’ confrontation. She had been unable to have much sleep the night before, partly because of his incessant knocking and more because of the turmoil in her heart.

“Well, there was no going back now,” she said to herself in the mirror as she did her makeup. She woke up earlier than normal to get dressed for work. She had no intention of making any breakfast, not that either of them would be in the mood to eat anyway.

She couldn’t believe that she had slapped him the night before, but somewhere beneath the shock, she felt a bit of excitement that she had done it. The bastard deserved more than that, of course, but she had made up her mind fully during her toss and turn that she would simply let go of him and take charge of her life back.