Nevaeh didn't know why she left the table and hurried to the room even though she wasn't full, and her actions might upset him, but she couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take one more bite of that food. She couldn't allow him to continue touching her or feeding her, especially after that message from her father. Her stomach churned badly, she feared she might throw up.
"Nevaeh." She slapped her cheeks to pull herself together. She picked up her phone and her hand quavered as she read the message again.
Elle has truly been located, but why wasn't she excited as she should be? Why was she feeling nervous and...sad?
This was her chance to leave and return back to her life, back to Francis, but her heart...it was racing and clenching hard in pain. What was happening to her? She shouldn't be feeling this way.
