Tapiwa watched as the sky outside the window turned a mesmerizing shade of orange, red, and violet as the sun made its final journey toward the horizon to mark the end of the day from hell. She released a shaky breath from her aching chest and buried her puffy face into the soft pillow.
Wearing a borrowed extra large T-shirt and a pair of shorts, Tapiwa felt as though her life had come to an end. Literally. But she had no more tears to shed. That was a good thing, she thought. Because after spending hours crying, Tapiwa was exhausted, dehydrated, and just a mess. She had a feeling she looked worse than something a cat might drag into the house. That thought didn't help her low mood.
But just then, as though sensing at least one of her needs, a bottle of cool water appeared in her
