She had a flawed heart filled with rebellion and yearning for wilderness which she had  crushed, to be with   them, and now it would hurt to remember each time.

“Honey, bran needs to be fed “said her husband.

“Coming dearest “, she said with a smile that never reached her eyes.http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/03/trifextra-week-sixty.html