Mira was surprised and shocked to see Sheila return in tears, the glass of water she just picked from the fridge slipped off from her grip, crashing with a loud thud on the floor.
But that was the least of Mira's concern. Sheila had just walked in with tears on her face and more tears flowing freely.
If she can remember clearly and vividly, Sheila had stepped out of the apartment radiating energy and strength, like she was in control of her own game, like she was the one calling the cards and watching her prey dance to her tunes.
What changed? What happened?
Mira rushed to Sheila, pulling her into a warm, comforting hug.
“It’s okay to cry babe, it's really okay to let it all flow,” Mira coaxed, her fingers running soothingly on Sheila's head.
“You’ll be fine, trust me.” Mira continue
