HERA and Mary went to a coffee shop to talk about things when they left the hospital. Mary heaved a deep sigh and can’t look straight into Hera’s eyes. Because she knew that her friend will ask something about her.

“Your sigh is kinda disturbing, Mary. Seems you’re nervous, huh?” Hera asked and sipped on her iced caramel coffee.

“I hate the way you looked at me,” she replied.

Hera arched her brow as she bites in her onion bread.

“I know you have lots of questions running in your mind right now and I’m thinking about how to answer them,” she said and sipped on her coffee.

Hera let...