LORRAINE'S POV

"You pay to get cut up then come to my apartment?" I question in annoyance.

I cannot even see her expressions as her entire face is hidden by the bandages.

"I am sorry, Sarah. I clearly didn't prepare well before going under the knife. The bandages do not allow me to see much and I didn't know where else to go," she apologizes.

"Last time I let you stay here you stole my dress and went to meet my ex-husband behind my back," I remind.

"And I have been trying to say sorry for days even when you wouldn't return my calls," she defends.

How did I get...