Out the open doors, she flung the woman onto the frozen lawn. Her tirade of questions began.
“Who are you? Why would you announce to the deceased's wife you are his lover?!”
The woman on the ground, eyes filled with tears fired back. “You know who I am Lizzy! I am Caren! As much as you don't want to believe it, Royce loved me-”
Narrowing her eyes, “Oh, I remember you!”
She flew at the girl, snatching her by the hair once again, getting a good hold behind her head, and proceeded to use her face as a punching bag. Caren kicked and jerked, as she scratched her way to freedom.
Lizzy got in a few more blows before someone pulled her off screaming something in her ear. Her rabid heart beating in her chest drowned out any noise. The hands restraining her were barely noticeable, consumed by the fit she was in.
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