The room was cold and silent.
He let out a soft sigh. Indescribable loneliness caused him to slump onto the floor. How long more must he go on like this? Suddenly, he covered his face with both of his hands. Quietly, beads of crystal-like tears fell through the cracks in between his fingers. One, two, three, and four. Then, nothing.
On this day, Dora invited Stella out for tea. They went to the teahouse that they used to frequent. It felt like a lifetime had gone by.
It had been ages since they came the last time. Dora poured a cup of tea for Stella. When the two families were still related by marriage, they often came—especially the year when Daniel mistook Lucia’s identity. Dora and Stella would come every two or three days for food-tasting and chit-chat. However, who would have thoug
