"Let's talk about it when you have recovered." Ranon changed Ashlyn's diaper while the baby was making incoherent sounds. "We have plenty of time."
"But we can start discussing it," Hazel said. She wanted to leave. She wanted to be away.
On the surface, she looked normal. There was nothing that had changed about her, but deep down, something had shifted.
The hatred she felt had become more unbearable as she remembered her dead body in the morgue. It was not fair for her if she let those people who were responsible for her death live freely without any consequences.
Hazel knew it was not right, but the bitterness in her heart grew stronger with each passing day, and she didn't want to let it consume her, unintentionally hurting the baby or Ranon.
She must be crazy if she did that, but she knew she was so close to going insane with the anger she tried to suppress.
"Something is on your mind?"
