Cecilia's eyes lit up. Carter's words were enough to make her excited.
Mom, let's go find her. Since the incident, Cecilia had grown anxious around strangers. Carmella didn't say a word, but was secretly happy her daughter actually wanted to meet someone.
She turned the wheelchair and headed toward the restrooms just as they arrived, having finished touching up her makeup.
They brushed past each other. Cecilia abruptly twisted around, staring.
What is it, dear? Carmella asked gently. Cecilia's fists clenched. A moment ago, she thought her brother had gone too far.
That she didn't truly hate the person who had insulted her, but...
Seeing her now, she realized just how deeply Isabel's words had cut. They had nearly shattered her will to live.
Love-sick fools should just die. The words
