Hazel sighed, trembling with the jealousy swirling in her mind.
"Calm down, Hazel. It's just the past," she whispered to herself. But how could Hazel stay calm? What if the past could come back? She couldn't even remember that Sofia was dead. Was that true? Or was Flynn just making it up?
"Love that's gone is worse. If Flynn's love for the late Sofia is compared to his love for me, wouldn't it be unbalanced?" Hazel bit her nails. Anxiety and helplessness mixed together, making her heartbeat race with time.
"This can't go on. I need to…." Hazel closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. What did she need to do? What could she do? Ask Flynn directly? About the percentage of love between the late Sofia and her? Or should Hazel just pretend she didn't know anything? After all, she was the one who snooped in Flynn's wallet.
Asking for trouble!