Chapter 168
Christmas was lonely that year for Narcissa. There was this huge aching hole in her that year that the mere thought of her husband was unable to feel.
The only thing that could was his hands.
She needed him.
But he was gone. And she had to move on.
Pouring a glass of wine for her self, her sister and rod she downed in one.
"Merry Christmas." She sighed before going to bed. She had to gather her strength if she was going to make through the next year.
She had to get strong. And quick.
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