25 Years Ago
There are a lot of things that were running through Wile Belmonte’s mind. He was troubled that his wife wasn’t responsive anymore. She looked like a lifeless doll. Beautiful. Porcelain. Yet, broken.
Very much so when she woke up one day and found bleeding between her legs. Unfortunately, she had a miscarriage.
Her husband was alarmed and her maids were frantic not just because she just lost her supposed second child, but because she had no reaction about the misfortune that befell. She looked numb to the pain. She didn’t speak anything about it. She just felt absent.
Every morning, her eyes would wander through the windows and over the vastness of the view from outside. It looked like she was looking at something that only she could see.
Her meals were spoon-fed to her
