She sauntered off to her closet, laughter trailing behind her.
Jenny and Naina chuckled, but their smiles didn’t reach their eyes.
“I’m glad she’s better now,” Naina whispered.
Jenny sighed.
“Do you really think she’s better? Because I don't.... What we saw earlier… it wasn’t just a breakdown. It was a leak— one crack in her perfectly built wall. A wall that’s been holding back a tsunami for five damn years.”
Just then, the closet door creaked open. Davina walked out, hair loosely tied, dress hugging her figure, face almost serene— if one ignored the hollowness behind her eyes.
They gathered around the table. Steam from the food wafted into the air, but no one really had an appetite.
Davina just stared at her plate, unmoving.
Jenny broke the silence.
“What happened, Davi? Really.
