You Can't Escape

"What do you want, Sandra?" Ellen said, looking at Sandra, who showed up from nowhere to stand in front of her.

"You've grown some guts, Ellen; I thought you were banned from coming to this hotel." Sandra glared, stepping closer to her.

"Sandra, is there something specific you need or want to tell me?" Ellen asked calmly.

"You think I would have something important to talk to you about?" Sandra mocked.

"Whatever this is, I really don't have the time for it," Ellen informed her, stepping backward to create space between them.

Sandra laughed mockingly, "What do you have if not time? I mean, with that pregnancy and all, I doubt if anyone is going to look your way."

"Do you feel better from being mean?" Ellen asked.

Sandra's eyes narrowed as she asked, "What did you just say?"

Ellen struggled to remain calm. She looked at Sandra and smiled. "It's fine; we can't all have it perfect."

Sandra's face went rigid. "Leo will never come back to you; I'll make sure of it," she hissed.

Ellen looked