I hear the door open as Charlotte walks inside her guestroom. When I ran away from the house, I thought about crying outside, but I could not bear the shame I would feel if someone saw me crying so I ran to Charlotte 's house. She sets the tray in her hand on the bedside table and takes a seat on the bed beside my lying figure. I don't think I have moved from this position since I lay down here, crying. I only stopped because my body did not have more tears to give out.

'How are you ...