That evening, she returned home and walked through each room feeling desolate. She wanted to cry but felt too numb to even do that. First she lost her husband and then to get duped and tricked into losing this home, all the memories they had built together was devastating.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, stunned by how swiftly everything had been taken. She felt foolish for having trusted Elizabeth and utterly helpless. There was nothing she could do about any of it. She finally let loose and let the tears flow. What Gwen didn’t know however, that her misery wasn’t going to last that long.