Cynthia curled up on the bed... tightly hugged her legs, and cried her heart out, remembering her past… gut-wrenching sobs that shook her body. There was a knock at the door, but she was too consumed by grief to move. Another knock was followed by Jerry’s, “I am entering the room,” and the door opened. The room was shrouded in darkness. “Why haven’t you switched on the lights?”
“What does it matter? I have to get used to living in the dark now,” she said, wiping at her tears.
“Have you taken leave of your senses? I thought you were a smart person but clearly, you are not?”
“If you have insulted me enough, then please leave… I am not in a mood for any company.”
He sat on the floor, facing her. “Then are you in the mood to cry some more? Go ahead… I am not here to stop you. Cry all you w
