#Chapter 118 - A Mother's Love

Adrian Clara's words have remained on my mind, haunting me in the small time it took to drive to my mother's nursing home. My heart and body feels so disgusting, so vile at the fact that Clara and her parents hold no feelings of sympathy or affection towards Stella. How cruel if they treated her? Has her life always been a struggle against people people doing what they wish to her? From what I have seen, Stella has held no bodily autonomy for the entirety of her life. No wonder she hates me. No wonder she hates Clara and her parents. No wonder she has found solace in peace with her biological family, people who do not wish to hurt her, despite being in the mafia. I get out of the car and enter the building, signing my name into their form before disappearing down the hallway. One of the nurses there told me that my mother was sitting in the botanical garden, watching the butterflies and tending to the small plot in the garden that they allowed her to grow her own flowers in.