Picking up her mobile, she sent a text, but not to Theo. Not expecting a reply, Hermione banished her half-made tea and sank to the floor. Sitting with her back against the counter, she placed her face in her hands and breathed deeply. Inside, her emotions were warring with one another. Anger and anguish mixing with frustration and fear until she thought she might explode. Some days she wished she'd been able to master controlling her emotions because this was becoming too much to bear. Her entire soul felt like it was going to combust if someone said the wrong thing to her.