With a groan, I slide down until my butt hits the floor. Bringing my knees to my chest, I rest my forehead on them and wrap my arms around my legs. Curled in a tight ball, I let the tears flow. I cry over my battered heart. I weep over my broken trust. I mourn over my bleak future. How am I supposed to move past Hayden’s lies? Is that even possible? I have no idea. The frightful unknown mixes with agony to create an unbearable anxiety.
