Breaking Point
“She took a deep breath and used both hands to draw it shut, then made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. She closed the door and switched the light on, then stood there for a moment to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding; she could feel it thumping in her chest; hear the pulsing rush of blood inside her head with every beat. Her nightgown felt like a second skin clinging to a body soaked in sweat, one minute hot, the next ice cold.
Grace wrapped her dressing gown around herself, then filled a glass with water and gulped it down. She refilled the glass, then sat down at the table and leaned her head back against the wall. She closed her eyes, waiting for the pounding in her chest to subside.
It was no good. She couldn’t go on like this. There had to be another way, she told herself, because what she had been doing wasn’t working. Perhaps you should tell Neil, the voice of reason said persuasively. Perhaps . . .
No! she told herself firmly. This was something she had to ...do herself, and she’d long ago decided that Neil was not to know.MoreLess
Grace wrapped her dressing gown around herself, then filled a glass with water and gulped it down. She refilled the glass, then sat down at the table and leaned her head back against the wall. She closed her eyes, waiting for the pounding in her chest to subside.
It was no good. She couldn’t go on like this. There had to be another way, she told herself, because what she had been doing wasn’t working. Perhaps you should tell Neil, the voice of reason said persuasively. Perhaps . . .
No! she told herself firmly. This was something she had to ...do herself, and she’d long ago decided that Neil was not to know.MoreLess
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