"That's bullshit and you know it! Her gaze flickered between their unyielding expressions, hot, angry tears springing to the corners of her eyes. "You don't get it. I had a different room, a different bed, clothes, my hair was a different color! I had people who honestly cared about me, I was in love!" Sloane wasn't so naive to think that her feelings for Mr. Ashford were anything trivial. He had been kind and understanding, patient and sweet and she liked that about him. That situation felt a whole hell of a lot easier than this one.

"I liked that life and I'm not saying it's better, but right about now it was far easier. That is what you cannot seem to grasp. I am trying to blend the two together, whether you like it or not. Sadie Sinclair is part of who I am and I need to reconcile that and who I am now and I still need to figure that out." She hated that those feelings were the truth, but she had no idea what else she could possibly say to get them to see where she was coming from.