TRUST ME
“I guess I’m just mad that I let him get away with making this out to be entirely my fault.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
“I know it, but it doesn’t stop me from being angry.”
“Maybe a day with people who love you will help you feel better.”
“I want Belle,” Olivia said as she walked to the door and began banging on it.
“I think we’d better go before she turns into the beast and goes hunting down her prey,” Giovanni chuckled, lifting his daughter to sit on his shoulders as Sabrina opened the door.
Sabrina had moved past grief and disappointment and hovered on anger. At least it was better than mourning her loss, he assured himself, pulling the door closed behind them.
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