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Huge thanks to my beta, Frannie (Fran S. Flower), and pre-reader, Angela (AngelaAbbot) for your ideas, thoughts, and efforts, which drive this story.
Chapter 33
'These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.'
-Najwa Zebian
Destruction- that's what she wrought.
It was from the womb that she had started her prowl, and her first victim had been her father. Frank, Ben, William, or Joe- her mother no longer remembered him; only that he had left.
The second casualty was her mother and the life she had wanted to live. She had single-handedly destroyed every goal Renee had set for herself.
And those were just the beginning of her crimes.
The tip of the fathoms-deep iceberg of her wickedness and faults.
Isabella shuddered, burrowing her head in the pillow.
For a long time, she had believed herself to be cursed.
All seventeen years of her life, she had spent penancing for her curse.
Yet, as she sat in the shambles of tentative relief, she had, for the first time in her life, she saw not an end but a beginning.
Her curse had turned on herself.
So, what are your thoughts on Bella blaming herself for having a panic attack and- as she sees it- hurting Esme (Latter was the one who came to give a blanket to Bella and triggered her panic attack, in case it wasn't clear)? Please let me know.
The next chapter will be up on Sunday in which someone will shake Bella out of her funk. Any guesses as to who this person will be?
Until next time!
Love,
Ansha