And when neither of us dares to speak, I did not make bold of knowing how many minutes have passed; I just studied her—stared at her.

            Her eyes are wholly focused on the ground, tears quietly cascading from their origin. She’s sad and acknowledging her mistakes, I can see it. Feel it deep in my bones.

            Yet, I still did not know why she betrayed us. She did not answer me earlier. Yet.

            “Why did you do it?” I now took the courage to break the silence and ask her that vital question. But the shaking of my voice did not hide the fact that I was debating asking it.

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