Edward approached him. They both stood on the side of the building, with a waist-high wall separating them. Amidst the darkness and silence, only the reflected light of the campfire from the floor below was visible.
“So, what brings you here?” Edward asked.
Jane stared straight ahead into the darkness. She began to tell him about her mother, who didn't love her because she believed that it was her fault that her father died in an accident. Her mother became an alcoholic and a woman of the night. She often brought random men to their apartment. Jane's voice trembled as she spoke, trying to contain the emotions flowing through her.
“I'm sorry about what happened to you.”
“Oh... It's okay,” Jane looked up at Edward, ”I'm fine.”
“Hey, you're a tough girl. I'm sure you'll get through this.
