Before I could collect myself, Ellie’s delicate, needy voice echoed from the doorway,
“Nora, I know you don’t want Gabe to marry me, but what’s the point of bringing your Grandma’s memorial photo here to ruin my wedding?
“Don’t you see? Holding onto that picture is like cursing Gabe’s and my child. All it does is make him hate you even more. Please, Nora, stop this nonsense and give me Grandma’s photo. I’ll take care of it for you.”
“Get lost! Don’t touch me!” I snapped, my voice sharp with anger.
Ellie lunged for the photo, but I turned my body to shield it from her grasp. Undeterred, she clung tightly to my arm.
She leaned leaning closer to whisper, her tone dripping with venom, “Nora, now you are capable of crying and grieving? Where was this so-called remorse when you were taking someone’s life?”
“Did you even think about your precious Grandma while you were committing murder? Did you know that old hag couldn’t even think straight in her final moments, but she was still calling your name?”
Her words pierced me like a blade, cutting straight into my heart. My fingers trembled uncontrollably from the pain.