Is it about Shebly?

Freda's POV

I sat there on my bed, with my mind filled with different thoughts. “How could Shelby be so cruel and mean?” I asked myself as I tried to understand why she behaved the way she did. I heaved a heavy sigh as I leaned backward to rest my back on the pillow. My mind was split in half as I could not make the decision whether to go ahead with the fight or just call it a quit. However, I will have to go with the former because the latter is not a viable option to choose. I thought as I rolled over to the other side of the bed.

“Hardin would not let me leave even if I wanted to.” I thought, exhaling rapidly as I slowly brought my hand to wipe my face. I had grown so close to him that spending time without him now seemed difficult and almost impossible. A knock suddenly came on the door, jolting me from my reverie, and my heart skipped a beat as I tilted my head to look at the door. “Who could be at the door?” I asked myself as I tried to guess the person from the way they knocked