Maggie gasped at the venom in Bella's voice, but she pushed off the bed and ran to her anyway.
"You don't know what it's like…having everyone's eyes always on you. We just wanted to escape for a little while," she pleaded, her hands grabbing Bella's arms.
"Do you actually think you were the only ones who struggled living in a small town? How do you think I feel now? As if it wasn't bad enough when they all pitied the woman whose husband left her…now my son is dead too," Bella spit, taking no comfort in the pain she inflicted.
Poor Brokenella...
Tomorrow...