Chapter Eighty

Third Person's POV;

Stella had become a shadow of herself within the last few days. Everyone seemed to be getting on with their lives and delving into the Christmas spirit but she was excluded.

She sat in her room all day and hardly ate anything. They were all worried and hoped she would come around soon.

She was too shamefaced to meet Amy. What was she supposed to say to her long lost daughter after her husband almost killed her and in fact killed her father. She just couldn't face her.

She stared at herself in the mirror and visibly cringed at how pale and unkempt she looked.

Stella dragged herself up and found her way down the silent hallway and into the study. She sat still for few seconds before reaching out to the drawers on her table.

Just like always, her intuition did not fail her. A part of her had always known that no matter how long it took, the truth would always be brought to light. And here it was staring her right in the face. It was more than what she thought it