Sweet Sorrow — Iris Deorre

Sometimes love blinds you to what is right in front of you. Skylar has pushed aside what had happened between her and Noah and lives life as if everything is normal. It's only when questions begin to be asked does Skylar begin to question herself. She may be successful at business, but when it comes to love, she becomes blind to what is. Her life is turn upside down once again, just when she thought her husband was being a good man. Everything has changed and now she needs to make sense of it all and decide the way forward. Would she ever be able to trust again? Would there be a man who didn't hurt her so much? Only time will tell, in the mean time she has to face the darkness that is right in front of her so that at some point she can finally be in the light once again!

Excerpt

She found him begging on a street corner a block away.
‘Remember me?' she asked.
‘Who are you?'
‘I asked you about the restaurant owner. You said you knew Lucy.'
‘Who are you?' he asked again.
She pulled her mobile from her pocket and showed him the Lucy's picture. He seemed saddened.
‘Do you know what happened to her?'
He was silent.
‘Do you know what happened to this lady? Did you see her leave and get into a car?'
‘Who are you?' he asked again, and she wondered if he was a bit looney or he was just being cautious.
‘I'm a detective. I'm looking for this lady. Her parents are very worried about her. If you can help me that would be great.' She put the phone closer, so he could take a good look at her face.
‘Do you know her?' she kept her voice calm. She would be as patient as she could be. That was the only way she could get answers.
‘She's really pretty.'
‘Yes, she is. Did you see her at all?'
‘She gives me coffee, but not anymore.'
She sucked in a deep breath. They were going in circles. Did he even know who he was?
‘Have you seen her?'
He was silent, then looked out into the street. She moved towards him and looked into his eyes. He had a vacant look. ‘Sir.' She changed the picture to Noah's. ‘Do you know this man?'
He didn't move.
‘Sir?'
This time he tilted his head to the side and looked. ‘Bad man,' he said and looked away.
‘Sir. Do you know him?' She was onto something.
‘Bad man. Very bad man.'
‘Why do you say that?' he looked around him, crouched, picked up his rucksack and sleeping bag. He started to walk away.
‘Sir.' She rushed after him.
‘Who are you?' he said once again.