Sitting on the sofa while holding a glass of vodka, I was lost in my contemplation. A series of persistent knocks on my door brought me back to reality.
Unwillingly, I trod with heavy steps towards the door and opened it. I almost dropped the glass I was holding when I saw Howard still in a miserable state though more prominently now. Dark circles surrounded his eyes that once radiated with gaiety but presently were vacant—dead.
“Can we talk, Faith?” Even his voice which was usually full of vigor was now lifeless.
Apparently, I was too stunned by his sudden appearance that I only stared at him at first.
“Faith, please?” he pleaded.
Howard’s pleading voice knocked me out of my trance and allowed him to get inside my home. When I turned before closing the door, I was surprised that he
