After Sebastian left, she couldn’t muster the energy to change. And despite how tired she was, her mind was a Tilt-A-Whirl of emotions. Foremost among them, disgust at how she had behaved toward him. She’d driven him away and, in doing so, hurt him. Sebastian’s face was like an open book and at her maybe, the only emotion there had been pain. All-consuming pain.She of all people could understand distress of that kind. The anguish that came from being rejected by those you cared about. Those who you wanted to love you back.For as long as she could remember, she had wanted love like that from her parents. She’d been a good little soldier and done everything they’d wanted in the hopes that they’d acknowledge her.It had never happened. Nothing she’d ever done, including conforming to what she thought they considered the perfect little daughter, had ever been enough. Well, at least she hadn’t thought it had.Her father’s memoirs had given her hope that the situation had been otherwise.
