Daphene didn't bother to answer the woman. Instead, she edged closer to the door, her lips twisted into a snarl, her eyes wet and her face flushed with anger.
She said nothing as she slammed the door on Tracey and waited until the footsteps faded to press her forehead against the door. She slid slowly to the ground. Her tears flowed freely but she was utterly still as she leaned against the door, her legs curled against her stomach and her hands wrapped around them. Yeah, she was going to need a drink.