I Wish You Well
I said coldly, making it clear I wasn’t in the mood for visitors.
Grace opened her mouth to argue, but Eric grabbed her arm and dragged her out, muttering a warning under his breath, “You better behave.”
Reluctantly, she left with him, but it wasn’t long before she returned, this time alone and holding a knife.
“This is all your fault. You had to play the sick and helpless woman, stealing him away from me.” Her knife pressed against my cheek, the blade cold and sharp, as she said, “I don’t get it… What does an old woman like you have that I don’t?”