Sadistic
After years of being treated like trash, Elena now wanted to give her life advice?
"I’m leaving," she announced, slamming the door on her way out.
Elena sighed, unfazed. Life was about more than tantrums and broken hearts.
Libia returned home in shambles, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and never get up again.
"There are worse things than this—people with terminal illnesses, abandoned children. Stop being ridiculous!" she scolded herself as she curled up in her blanket. Her eyes ached from all the crying. She was sure she looked like she had a terrible allergic reaction. Her thoughts began to blur, a sign that she was drifting off to sleep.