Bianca swung hard at the punching bag, the amount of force injected into each blow, representing her intense aggravation. Exercising had always provided some extent of relief when she was entrenched in stress or simply exerting her mind too much trying to fix issues of life -issues beyond her control. She was trying to run away, run away from her thoughts, but the daunting thoughts kept an equivalent pace. It didn't matter what she did, she couldn't get her mother's words out of her mind, they'd been haunting her the entire night, planting countless seeds of doubt and fear, at the very core of her mind.
It was wrong. She shouldn't even be considering that there was even the tiniest bit of truth, in what that woman told her. Estella Marianna Gréco was a pathological liar, the woman had
