Chapter 19

CHAOS

Fiona has always loved the flow of nature. The evergreen fields, the way birds sang. Branches that waved in response to the touch of the wind. But these days everything seemed grey. She went through day by day mechanically. It was a constant circle, there was no time to breathe and take in the punches life had thrown at her. Even the weather seemed to turn its back on her plight. Standing on the podium the rain beat down hard on her, unfazed she stared right back at 200,000...