#Chapter 89 – A Secret Hidey-hole

DORIS The sound of me wildly slinging hangers from one side of the bar to the other, scratched and scratched like nails screeching down a blackboard. The sound grated. Each sound felt like mini daggers, flaying my skin, ripping my heart. I roughly pulled each of my new and old favorite dresses and blouses off the hangers and threw them as quickly as I could into the suitcases. I kept sniffling as tears brimmed and filled my eyes. I blinked them back. I refused to cry. This was the reason I never gave my heart to Arthur completely. This is the reason I could never trust any man. They were liars. They were cheaters. When you least expected it, you would find out. And they would break your heart. I slammed the first suitcase shut. I hurried into the bathroom and threw all my make-up and toiletries into the other suitcase, cramming them next to my shoes, skirts, pants, and underwear. “Men! Unbelievable!” I looked around the bedroom. For a place I had s