"Are you not weary of enduring this torment?" she inquired, her expression grave and earnest.
"And what exactly are you insinuating?" I retorted sharply.
"I'm asking you, Olive, are you not exhausted by living in this manner? Controlled not only by your mother, but also by Leo. Seriously, how can you allow a man in a wheelchair to dictate your life? Doesn't it strike you as absurd?"
In an instant, I knew where she was heading probably to mock me, as she always did.
"I don't have time for this," I declared, attempting to walk past her. However, she held me back firmly.
"Answer my question, Olive," she demanded, but I dared not respond. It was painfully obvious that I despised my current way of life, yet I refused to admit it to Melanie's face, even though she could already see throug
