Theodore sent up a prayer to heaven for guidance. He could not blame her for being upset with him. Hell, he was upset himself at the catastrophe that was unfolding in his life, right in front of his eyes.
Zeenia made no secret of the truth that she hated him. Fair enough he thought. But how could she possibly accuse him of r**e?
His conscience then reminded him that he had not given her a choice, had he?
Over the past few days, Theodore had begun to realize, that he absolutely adored Zeenia. He adored her bravery, her unshakeable heart. He adored how she had managed to cope with the psychological, as well as the physical changes to her body. But again and again, he tried to reach out to her, to help her. To show her that he had real feelings for her.
But Zeenia refused to give him a
