The vandalism of my late husband’s car highlighted the need for quick action, which was why I wasted no time in seeking refuge at Gretchen’s place for the time being, where her husband and kids welcomed me wholeheartedly, leaving me forever indebted to them.
Expressing my gratitude for the same, I settled on the bed of the guest room, struggling to figure out the right course of action. My nanny approached me with the kindest smile before asking me to join her family for dinner, saying, “You haven’t eaten anything since you left your old apartment. Join us for dinner.”
“Though you might think I am starving myself because of grief, the truth is that I am not really hungry,” I responded, appearing unwittingly grim even when I claimed to be fine.
The compassionate one didn’t leave me alo
