“Where is the witch who goes by name of Betty Crocker?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“I just tried one of her spells. A devil’s food #cake.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes! But she ruined this #evening’s dinner with her ungodly edibles and the cook is seeking vengeance.” #vss365#vssdaily
“She doesn’t love me.”
The murmur ripped fresh wounds in her heart, for the agony in his tone matched the one she often gave voice to.
They do not #want me.
Her gaze found Abby kneeling in front of her savior.
He does not want me either.
#vss365
Whoever said what a #difference a day can make, never pierced the veil of her life. Trudging through carbon-copy days, filled with duplicate tasks, was the bedrock of her existence as a mother and wife. Monotony was the bars of her captivity #vss365