Chapter 148 Aftercare And Threats

• It was four when I walked into my apartment, weeping my heart out. I immediately sank into a warm bath and drained my sorrows in unending tears. I felt cheap and worthless, crying until all I could do after was hiccup and stare into a blank space.
• It was when the water was dead cold that I stood from them and walked to the bed where I buried myself and cried some more until sleep took me away. I did not move an inch that morning, eyes red and puffy.
• A knock came at my door. At first, I ignored it, but it kept coming back. Finally, I slipped out of bed, pulled on my gown, and slowly made my way to the door. I had to walk with my legs apart; it was that bad. I knew I had to take a day off work the next day.