If she hadn't married Tyrone, her life might have been different now.

But it was too late for regrets or changes.

Karen arrived, bearing lunch and soup. She looked at Sabrina's pale face and sighed. "Mrs. Blakely, please eat something."

“Don't refer to me as Mrs. Blakely!"

Her outburst startled Karen. Casting a glance at the door, she said in a softer tone, "Ms. Chavez, please have a bite."