Diane's POV
I woke up with a start, my heart racing as I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 6:30 AM. Another restless day filled with dreams of arguments and locked doors.
It had been almost a month since I'd left Liam's mansion, and he still hadn't sent over my things as promised. The frustration that had been simmering for weeks threatened to boil over as I dragged myself out of bed.
As I shuffled towards the bathroom in Joan's beach house, where I'd been staying since the separation, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The woman staring back at me looked tired, with dark circles under her eyes and a permanent frown etched on her face.
This wasn't me. This wasn't the Diane I knew myself to be. I splashed some cold water on my face, determined to shake off the sadness that had been clinging to me like a second skin.
"Get it together, Diane," I muttered to myself. "You've got work to do."