May stiffened her chin and sniffed back some unruly tears. If men refused to see past her birth, her nature, and her looks . . . well, she wanted no part of such a world. She would survive. Her parents abandoned her. And she somehow managed to survive. Society matrons treated her like a servant. And she barely blinked. Her aunt’s health weakened. And she was forced to become something stronger than she ever imagined she could be. She more than survived. Why should a little trifling like a broken heart trouble her? Back straight, head held high, and prepared to face her uncle, May marched back to her cozy little cottage. She would confront him with Radford’s accusations and insist that Aunt Winnie demand her brother’s assistance and support. Although this moment felt tragically like an ending, May reminded herself that it wasn’t. This was a wonderful, glorious beginning.
