Micaela P. O. V.“Oh my god, Micaela.” Jane exclaimed when she spots me entering the dining room. She rose from her seat and almost dashed and wrapped her arms around my body in a bone crushing hug.“Jane, I can’t breathe.” I managed to say. Instantly she loosens her hold.After we parted, she inspected my body and her eyes landed on my bandaged wrist and she gasped in shock[SH1] .“Oh dear.” Jane whispered. “What did that asshole do to you?” “Jane!” Before I could reply, Aunt Mary’s warning voice came from behind. I glanced at her direction who was sitting on the dining table holding her cup of coffee. I felt so happy to see her fit and fine. When our eyes met, she smiled sadly.“No mom. How could he do this to her?” Jane stiff her shoulder, her temper was at peak.“Come here, Micaela.” Aunt Mary ignored her jab and called me near her. I approached near her and sat beside her. She peered at me with motherly eyes and then she hugged me.“How are you, Aunt Mary?”“I’m fine. We are s
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