She awoke in the middle of the night with a feeling she could not name- a mixture of pain and sweetness. A hand upon her knee. He is my enemy. My mistress’s lover. I don’t even know his name. And she turned and wept, with tears running down the side of her wooden pillow into the quilt. ~pg 61
Song: I hate you don’t leave me. By: Demi Lovato
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XlcTynV6hw 48:03-51:37
~Mahnoor