Ella

Even after my divorce with George, Jessica and her family were always picking on me. And each time I had taken it. I had endured, like a good little girl. This time, though, I'm not going to take any shit from them.

Jessica still sits there wrapped in her mother's arms. Despite the beating she's just suffered, there's a smugness in her expression that I've grown all too familiar with. It's a look that tells me she doesn't believe she's done anything wrong. ...