2.7- Boundaries

Her smile is hollow and her stomach is in knots. "It's not that simple," she whispered, walking to the window and resting her overheated forehead against the thickened glass. Her throat was dry and her head hurt. "My family has lost so much. After Carlos, they were never the same again. I know I can't replace him."

"What does that mean?" His tone was sharp and close.

She didn't move. Sadness hung over her, as fresh as that day many years ago.

"I don't like them," she said softly. "My mom, dad, Lance, Carlos. They were all cut from the same fabric. I was the cuckoo in the nest, a mystery. They never got me. Marrying Dom was supposed to be—." Shaking her head, she didn't want to discuss her ex husband at that time, nor did she want to discuss the reasons for her too reckless engagement.

"I didn't mean to add to their grief, but I did. I made them suffer and I just wanted to give them this gift. I wanted to do something they would be proud of, just once in my life , before it was too lat