Henry pushed Flora aside and wrapped Olivia in a hug as she continued crying.“My God, Flora,” he scolded, shouting at her. “Why would you do that? I understand you’re upset but you can’t just do that. She’s your sister!”Flora ignored him and walked to her wardrobe. She pulled out a box and opened it, pushing her clothes – her real clothes, not the nonsense Henry’s mother liked – into it forcefully. Next, she threw in a pair of slippers and flat shoes. She packed other essentials into the box and zipped it up firmly. She jerked up the box and rolled it past her slimy husband and evil sister.“Flora!” he called out, still embracing Olivia. “You can’t leave like this, we-we still need to talk.”She paused and looked at him from head to toe. How had she ever thought this man was attractive? Now that theveil of love was gone, Flora could list a thousand things that were not pleasing about Henry. His beard was unkept, his hands were too bony, his chest was too wide. To boot, he was a cow
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