DEVON
"Elena, I meant to ask you this for a long time but couldn't muster up enough courage.
But today, I want to know. Why do you hate the Sanders so much?" Joanna asked with a hint of fear in her voice.
I was still hiding on the rock, listening to their conversation that might give me some answers.
When Joanna asked that, I was curious to know about it too. I paid close attention to Elena's demeanour. She blinked, and when her eyes opened again, that hatred was replaced by simple annoyance.
What?
"I don't have any personal vendetta against them, Joanna. Don't look at me like that. I hate all these rich sharks with an exploitative mindset in general. Sanders just happens to be the top contender on my list." She shrugged her shoulders.
Joanna looked relieved for some reason. "All I can do is pray for the poor family. May God save them from the demon named Elena Bell!" She read a short prayer looking skyward.
I pursed my lips. Wasn't she overestimating her friend there?
