"Are you okay sweetie?"
Bianca looked at the woman and lied, even as she plopped down on the couch and buried her face in her hands. "I'm… fine." She mumbled through her palms, a rim of tears surrounding her eyes as she digested her new reality.
Of course she wasn't fine, how could she be?
And there was no none to blame except herself.
She shouldn't have left the house, she would've died without knowing. But now she knows, and knowing has left her broken.
She didn't know, she hadn't prepared herself for such a brutal outcome, she had not anticipated that his life would have changed so drastically in just three months.
Life couldn't get any worse than this.
She should have listened to Estebon when he asked her not to leave, despite her having woven him a lie a
