I’m standing in front of the door of her home, entwining my hand with her, giving her strength. She’s staring straight blankly. My heart is throbbing with immense pain, seeing her pale face and her eyes which are brimmed with tears.

I lifted my hand to press the button of the bell, but stopped as she uttered, “stop.”

I turned my face to her. “I can’t face them. They won’t forgive me.” She said dejectedly and fresh tears trickled down her cheeks.

I ...