Torn Hart by Whitley Cox

Author:Whitley Cox [WHITLEY COX]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Whitley Cox
Published: 2023-11-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

She couldn’t believe the last time she’d been “told” to do something by a mother, even her own mother. Although Lydia and her mom were close and spoke weekly, since it had just been the two of them for most of Lydia’s life, and Lydia’s mom worked so much, Lydia and her mother’s relationship became one more of friendship than mother-daughter.

She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had scolded her or had to pull the Mom Card, as she called it. Lydia had always toed the line and done what was expected of her. She helped out at home, got good grades, showed respect to adults and her peers, had an after-school job to save up for school. She was a good kid.

To say that her body was currently the temperature of an icicle and her heart rate was beating at hamster speed would be a big ol’ understatement.

She entered the kitchen ahead of Joy and stopped by the small breakfast nook. There was a bigger dining room table between the living room and kitchen where she figured they would all eat dinner tonight.

She turned around and watched Joy close the pocket door, then lock it.

From icicle to magma, her temperature spiked, and she resisted the urge to pull at her shirt to see if she had boob sweat forming under her bra.

“What was that?” Joy asked, her voice soft and gentle, like how one would normally speak to a child. She pointed to the bench seat in the nook. “Sit.”

Lydia sat.

Joy sat across from her. “Now spill.”

Lydia spilled.

All of it.

Dierks, Odette, being fired, the weird things going on in her house, the sex toy in the box with her underwear. She spared no detail, and by the end, she half expected Joy to stand up and tell her not to bring her drama into the Hart family based on the older woman’s expression.

But Joy didn’t say or do either of those things.

She did stand up, however, and came around to Lydia’s side of the table, sat next to her and pulled Lydia in for another hug. “That’s a lot. I’m sorry you’re having to deal with all of that. It’s not fair.”

Joy’s arms around her instigated a flow of tears she hadn’t been prepared for. Sadness and pain, fatigue and hopelessness all bubbled to the forefront, spilling out as big fat tears and sobs that wracked her entire body. She clung to the older woman and sobbed, taking comfort in Joy’s strong presence, her kind and gentle touch.

Joy did nothing but hold her, rub her back and make small, reassuring noises that actually helped ease the ache inside of Lydia.

When the sobs ebbed and she felt like she was empty of tears, she pulled away from Joy and wiped the back of her wrist beneath her nose. Joy reached for a Kleenex off the window ledge and handed it to her.

Blotting her eyes, Lydia sniffled a few times before saying thank you.

“No thanks necessary, honey. You obviously needed a good cry.

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