My anger had dissolved; I felt cheated and confused. I ached for the comfort that Velman had offered Martha Jean. She was visibly bruised;my wounds were deeply buried in my soul. No one knew about them. I truly believed Velman would try to help Martha Jean escape our mother’s house, but escape was what I desired for myself, as well. I wanted him to love her, but I realized that I wanted him to love me, too.
Another aching sentiment.
