Beyond The Broken Heart: Stella\'s Vengeance

e rhythmic beeping of a machine. The white walls of

e. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizzines

t my open door, their

in 302? The one wit

eft her side. You'd think she was the one

guess. He's handsome, tho

here. Just not with me. He was in room 302, playing the par

n my temples. I felt a profound sense of abandonment, a familiar ghost from my childhood in the foster system, bu

l pain in my side was nothing compared to the hollow ache in my chest. Humiliation burned through me. The whole hospital s