The first thing I notice is the heavy silence that fills the room. It feels like a suffocating, rough shroud, anything but pleasant.
She finally locks her green eyes on me, and something inside me shudders at the image I'm witnessing of her, one I never imagined seeing.
Rebecca is sitting on the edge of the bed, her skin pale and her eyes dull, empty. She seems like a shadow of the vibrant woman I left here two days ago, a woman who used to captivate me with her elegant beauty.
It's been two days since our last confrontation, and it feels like months because, honestly, I don't recognize her. It's only been two days, and the anger still burns in my chest for everything we said to each other here amidst accusations and shouts.
"Thank you for answering my call," she says in a muted voice.
