AISLYNI stand in a still position with the towel still wrapped around my damp body. Water drips down my wet hair as I wait for Helda to calm down.

Asking her more questions would be pointless, she's a broken mess right now.

Knowing no words of comfort I spew out will put a hold on her unending tears. I stand in silence and wait patiently for her to quiet down.

After several moments of her sobbing and repeating the same words, “…it’s all my fault”. She finally pulls herself ...