Prologue

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Siobhan couldn't believe her eyes! Her stomach was churning and forming knots and her mouth was dry. She felt as if every ounce of water in her body made its way to her eyes. She could no longer see clearly as the tears blurred her vision.
"I- I just don't understand! Why? Why?"
The pain was so deep, so intense that Siobhan didn't think she could go on.

She jumped in her car and drove straight to her salon. Her baby. Home away from home. Her sanctuary. Her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the keys, trying to unlock the door. Once inside, she turned off the alarm and grabbed a bottle of champagne from the kitchen, meant for the clients Mimosa's. She left all the lights off and made her way to the facial area. 'POP!!' The cork went flying across the room. She drank straight from the bottle. She laid on the facial table and stared at the ceiling as the tears streamed down the sides of her face into her soft hair. Soon, the sterile paper used to cover the chair was soaking wet under her head. Siobhan closed her eyes, hoping that it would stop her from seeing it all over again. She tried hard to shut the mental picture out, but it was impossible. She jumped up, grabbed her purse and popped a pill. She knew she would be sleep in a short time. A bad day is only twenty four hours, right?

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