STRIKES MIDNIGHT
The next morning was one of the worst mornings Alicia had in weeks. She stayed in bed and cried her heart out the entire morning. Around ten o’clock, she heard a knock on the attic door but didn’t respond. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. Last night could be a memorable night of her life, only if Harry would not be there. He sat there with his smug face as a reminder of the worst mistake of her life. She remembered Ken’s glances at her which were full of sympathy. She felt like a freak who could only invoke sympathy in people.
She got up around eleven o’clock for a change despite of having no energy to go to work, but she didn’t want to disappoint Ken. She picked her coat and slipped out of the main door before anyone could notice.
It was still half hour remaining in
