Staying inside the room without a trace of the whereabouts of Martha seems like hell to me altogether. I'm just restless and frustrated.
I couldn't sit at a spot. Lizzy walked in and sat at the edge of the bed. Without saying a word. I was prancing around. Sweat running down my neck. Like someone on roadwork.
Thoughts were running through my mind.
At a point I started asking myself questions upon questions. Which I never got an accurate answer to. Accepting this contract marriage seems like a mistake.
I have been with Martha for years, and I didn't experience such. But just barely 3 months ago I moved in here; look at the situation I found myself in.
My heartbeat is beating harder each second than the last.
“Sofia, are you aware that I'm still totally lost in the whole situation go
