A week has passed, I have not even been able to visit Candy's hill. I am not ready to face Cynthia yet. Like when we last met, it might still be very angry with me.
"Son, Candy's funeral is open. Won't you even visit later?" mommy asked her son Clark.
We were at the dinner table and eating our lunch.
"I was fine last night. It's tomorrow again," he said looking at me.
Clark and I talked but not as before.
I remember when Cynthia and I finished reaching the hospital. Before we went home he talked to the woman and said that their relationship was over.
Cynthia got even angrier. He went to the hospital and humiliated me.
Even though I wanted to compete with him, I chose to go out and breathe.
I also hate him. Apart from the words he uttered against me, I was almost blind. He wa
