Helen felt both heartache and anger.
She could not get through to Wren, and she sat on the sofa for a long time. With so many thoughts swirling in her head, the pent-up anger she'd buried for years began to boil over.
She was angry that Wren would not listen to her. If Wren had studied medicine, she could have arranged everything for her, and none of this would have happened today.
Earlier, things just spiraled as we went back and forth. I said such cruel things, then Wren started complaining, and it just got more and more out of hand. Her emotions broke, and she struck her before she even realized what she was doing.
It was too late for regret. By the time she came to her senses, Wren was already gone.
"She says she can't breathe when she's with me, she says I don't love her. But I d
