Anita stood in the middle of her bedroom looking down at her luggage which she had packed, ready to travel.
Although she didn't have all her plans figured out yet, she was ready to leave and put a distance between her and her family.
Lisa had sent her a text to let her know Bernice was conscious and recovering well. That was good enough for her. All she wanted was to be out of the house before Bernice moved in.
As much as she understood Bernice's situation, she couldn't stop herself from being angry and disappointed in Bernice. She had held Bernice in such high esteem and had looked up to her in a way.
She sighed when her gaze fell on Snow, her dog teddy bear, which she was yet to pack. After the death of her dog, she had made a teddy bear replica of him.
Looking at Snow, she remembered Tom. She remembered how surprised and pleased she had been when he showed up on their first date with a couple of dog treats.
