The glass she was holding slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor, cutting her palm. Blood dripped from the wound.
"Ouch, it hurts," Lucy gasped, clutching her bleeding hand, her face twisted in pain. She wanted to get up to get a band-aid, but she felt too weak. All she could do was lie on the sofa, frowning, as the pain in her heart outweighed the pain in her palm.
She wanted to transfer all her resentment and anguish onto Claire, but Josh had refused to help her.
"Josh, how could you do this to me..." Lucy muttered to herself.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway. Her mother rushed through the door, her face filled with concern as she quickly moved to Lucy's side, holding her close.
"My dear daughter, what happened to you?"
Lucy saw it was her mother and felt her heart finally ease. She raised her head, looked at her mother, and hugged her neck, bursting into tears.
