I didn't care about their feelings. I felt a great sense of relief, convinced that Shelly wouldn't escape this time.
But to my surprise, she was back a few days later.
As soon as I walked in, I saw Shelly sitting on the couch, her face streaked with tears, large drops still falling. Diane, without even looking up, was tenderly applying ointment to her wounds.
Shelly looked up at me, her gaze suddenly sharp. My breath caught in my throat. Was she planning to confront me directly?
Before I could react, she dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbing my hand, her eyes full of innocence and grievance. "I don’t know what I did to offend you, but why do you dislike me so much?"
