Chapter 15

The week went on just as frustratingly as it had started. James and Flora always sat together on the same table that we used to. They would occasionally look over at me, but I would only return an angered glare.

A bruise had slowly formed around Flora's face, almost making me smile at my handiwork. She had attempted to cover it up with make up, but just knowing it was there made me happier. She deserved a lot more than a punch to the nose.

I didn't actually feel at all bad...