*Della*

“Can you please let go?” My hand grew sore from the way she grabbed it. The words I spoke were forced out of my mouth in pain.

Yanking my arm away like it was a plaything, she walked to the sofa. “We are going to have this conversation while sitting. It is going to be a long one,” she uttered.

“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say! You just hurt me! I am going to see Mr. Cary, and he’s the only one ...