Katherine sat on the edge of the bed in her hotel room, her ankle propped up on a pillow as she gently rotated it, wincing at the dull ache that radiated through the joint. A twisted ankle. Just perfect. Of all the things to happen tonight.
She sighed heavily and tilted her head back, staring up at the decorative ceiling molding with a scowl. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but surprisingly, Leonard wasn't the root of her frustration at this moment—it was this damned ankle. And her heels. And possibly her own poor choices.
"Stupid shoes," she muttered under her breath, kicking the offender off with mild vengeance. One heel skidded across the plush carpet, while the other toppled on its side near the minibar. "Stupid ex-husband."
She winced again as she shifted her leg and hissed softly. "Stupid, stupid everything."
