Pushing
the side door open, Tonia rushed out into the beautifully manicured gardens
that stretched out over several acres behind the McKinnon manor. It was chilly and a light mist was
falling. She glanced around
quickly, her eyes settled on a small gazebo in the distance. The wet sand of the pathway squished
around her feet and her dress felt like she was dragging a sack of potatoes
behind her, water soaked up from the hem.
She shivered as she ducked
into the small gazebo and sank to the wooden floor, dripping and cold. He
had betrayed her trust. She had
asked him not to mention her past to his family and he had practically thrown
it in his father’s face.
A
liar. A charlatan. That’s what Byron’s father and
grandfather thought of her. They
thought she was somebody Byron shouldn’t have married. Why, because she was guilty of not
knowing her true name? What if he
convinced Byron that he had made a mistake? That she was a mistake. Maybe she should never have come... Byron perhaps would have
been better off without her problems.
Sobs shook her body. Her tears poured down her cheeks and the rain began to pound,
as if matching her misery with its own outbursts. The wind became stronger and whipped the rain into sheets
that blew straight through the gazebo.
The light drizzle had quickly become a frightening storm. Within a few seconds she was soaked to
the bone. Thunder echoed through
the sky and Tonia realized she couldn’t hear her own sobs anymore over the
sound of her teeth chattering together.
She crawled to the entrance of the gazebo.
“Byron.” Her voice came out as a hoarse
whisper. It was too cold. She
crawled back behind the gazebo furniture, taking refuge from as much of the
rain as possible.
Stupid girl, no one even knows where you
are.
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