“If I hadn’t met you on your wedding day 3.5 years ago, I wouldn’t have been hit by your limo…and I wouldn’t be left with this permanent limp.” Bette pointed to her bad knee. She got up to the bed and walked to the window “My life would have been completely different…with a different set of pain and joys,” she said softly. And turned around to look at Tina.

Tina did not know how to react … She felt really sorry about what had happened but it certainly was not her fault. And here, Bette was blaming her?! Tina grew more irritated.

“And if I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have gotten married,” she retorted, a bit too harshly and growing more defensive.

Bette’s eyebrows shot up. She limped back to her bed, curious about Tina’s statement. They sat on their beds, facing each other.

“Wouldn’t have gotten married?” Bette inquired inquisitively searching for an answer. “Is that a good thing or bad?” she pondered out loud, watching Tina closely for reactions.

“Good!” Tina stated quickly without much thinking.

“Good?” Bette asked feigning shock.

“No, bad!” Tina said, now growing more uncomfortable with the line of questioning.

“Bad?” Bette grinned. Oh this was too good…She would have to thank the Blackbeast later.

“I don’t know!” Tina yelled, putting her hands up in confusion. “I don’t know, I don’t know, I wish I knew!”

“You have questions upon questions but no answers. Am I right Ms. Kennard?” Bette pointed out, sarcastically.

“It is Mrs. Tina Lively or just Tina. And why should I give you any answers. Just who do you think you are?! Tina was seething. Bette had accurately analyzed Tina’s predicament and she did not like it one bit.

“Who am I?” Bette leaned closer to Tina while Tina pulled back, not sure if Bette would lunge for her too. “Who am I?” Bette repeated and drew back. “I am the person who was escorting a terrified kid back to his home today, the kid that you kidnapped. Why? Don’t you have kids of your own?” Bette sneered in a pitiful manner at Tina. She had no idea she had struck a nerve.