Chapter 8
Without even waiting for his permission, Frida slid her chair back across the cold kitchen tiles.
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But now that she was living it, it suddenly didn’t seem so crazy. In fact, it felt…right. That was perhaps not the only, but certainly the best word that there was for it. It felt right. They may only have known each other for a few days, but Terrence had unlocked a part of her that she didn’t even know existed! And she knew now, better than ever, that she was always going to be connected with him because of it, no matter what happened.
Suddenly, Frida saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Terrence was standing in the doorway between the lounge and her bedroom, his phone in his hand and his eyes fixed upon it. Frida’s smile faded from her face as he realized that she didn’t recognize the expression on his face.