Mila left the picture in the nightstand drawer when someone knocked at the door. She wiped off the tears and walked to the door. Maria was standing there and she was looking worried. She probably heard her crying. She moved aside and let her in.
"My dear, are you okay?"
Mila smiled sadly at her and nodded.
"I am. I just found some old photos and, you know. Memories."
Maria doubted that was the reason but she didn't comment.
" Dinner will be ready soon."
When she was alone, she went to the bathroom and took a shower, changed her clothes and put on some makeup. She checked her appearance in the mirror. She seemed fine, but she was far away from fine.
She misses them so much, she feels trapped in this house, with that man, and yet she can't see the exit.
A heavy sigh escaped from her
