Staying inside the room without a trace of the whereabouts of Martha seems like hell to me altogether. I'm just restless and frustrated.

I couldn't sit at a spot. Lizzy walked in and sat at the edge of the bed. Without saying a word. I was prancing around. Sweat running down my neck. Like someone on roadwork.

Thoughts were running through my mind.

At a point I started asking myself questions upon questions. Which I never got an accurate answer to. Accepting this contract marriage seems like a ...