Eva

After breaking up with Lorenzo, I watched him leave before unraveling, surrendering to the torrent of tears that had been building up inside me. I cried uncontrollably like a little baby, my body shaking with the force of my sobs. Thelma held me close, offering comforting words throughout my emotional storm.

An hour passed, and the food Thelma had bought grew cold, untouched. My tears gradually subsided, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion.

"Eva, do you want me to heat up your food?" Thelma asked gently, a worried look on her face.

I wiped away my tears, shaking my head. "No, Thelma, I'm okay. I'm not hungry."

Her expression softened....