It was night.

Evanna trudged through the rain, her suitcase trailing behind her, heart heavy with sorrow. Her tears had long been overshadowed by the rain; she seemed to hear silent whispers mocking her failed marriage.

Every eye she saw became a judging eye as if they were silently telling her it was her fault.

But it wasn’t her fault, but her husband’s. He was the one who lacked patience. He was the unfaithful and despicable one. He was the one to be blamed, not her!

Her shoulders racked with sobs as she wept, slowing down her movements. Her knees ultimately gave ou,t and she didn’t try to get up....