At the Edifice of Donal.
Sofia POV.
"You look worried,” Lizzy poured.
With a face etched with concern.
"I'm fine,” I responded tenderly. But deep down I'm not. The way Donal has been treating me is really giving me concern. So rude. I'm afraid one day he might pound on me.
We all sat in the parlor glancing through the television show. I've this faint belief Donal will be returning back from the so-called meeting that always keeps him away from home.
I think in a few hours’ time I will rush to the market to get some condiments that I will use to prepare a fresh meal for him. I don't really want his usual shouting and complaining. I will make sure I prepare a fresh meal for him. Before he returns.
“Do you know I'm still in shock, Sofia?” Lizzy asked curiously.
“Shock? On what exactl
