Jessy PoV
Elle stood awkwardly in front of me. It seemed like she didn't expect to meet me here. Just like me, she didn't know that we would meet now, in the coffee shop.
"Elle, where have you been?" I asked in an annoyed tone. "Stella is sick and you haven't come home for days."
"I'm home," Elle said in a sharp tone. "But I also have to work, and there's a nurse who takes care of Stella. I can't always stand by her side."
"And why do you have to work? Since when did you feel that working is a must for you?" I stared at her, suspicious that she was doing something that would not be pleasant to see or hear. "You used to be relaxed, because you thought Tommy had given and fulfilled everything you wanted. You took care of Stella with your own hands and were very patient. Sometimes you e
