I press play and the video starts playing. ‘What the fuck!’ I yell deep within me. I act strong although my eyes lids are winking weekly as tears crammed my reddish eyes. Unfortunately, I can't suppress them. I'm not strong as I think.

Tears erupt down to cheeks as I effortlessly bust into tears with the phone slipping off my arms and falling to the floor, as my fingers became weak, — my body was weak.

“I'm so sorry, Sheila” Natasha grips me into her arm. But I feel so ashamed of myself and I end up pushing her away. I don't merit her compassion, she warned me but I...