Chapter 196

• SUSPICIOUS WOMAN
• I peek at the peaceful faces of my three friends sleeping, and all I can feel is covetousness. I envy how life is just sweet and peaceful for them. They might be struggling with one or two things, but nothing is correlated to this grief I am nursing. All the same, I am indebted to them for being by my side all through my lowest moment—the time that the day turned into night, the darkness dimming the light.
• I imprint my feet on the scantily frigid floor and stroll to the window, pull the curtains aside, and try to savor the serene, warm breeze of the summer. I cast my eyes around the blooming, humongous yard, cruising in its beauty for a moment. The tranquility brought about by the outside breeze is terrifically magical, and the picturesque flowers are irresistibly scenic to my eyes, which contradicts my predominant condition.