Darlene’s pov
I felt numb. Although I had eaten nothing since waking up, I didn’t feel like eating any food. My appetite had vanished, and all I could do was stare at my phone, hoping to receive a call falsifying everything Mr. Rupert had told me. But the phone call never came.
When Benjamin cried, I picked him up. Despite my melancholy, I fed, burped, and changed my baby's diapers. His little cries distracted me from my sorrow, though I felt like a walking corpse most of the time. The food remained untouched in the room until someone knocked on the door. Until someone knocked, I didn’t feel like getting up. I dragged myself towards the door and opened it because I couldn’t find the strength to talk.
“Liz.”
When I saw my dear friend, a sad smile twisted on my lips. She gave me a sympat
