Time passed, and Sade kept working at the bakery. In the second week, I noticed something.

With everything that I was busy with, I barely had time to see her or even go home, but in the few times I've seen her, I noticed her eyes were quiet, though not sad, but it wasn't like her. They looked dim, like someone had turned the barely bright light inside her down.

She tried to smile when she saw me sitting by the couch on the night that I managed to come home, going through a file and our eyes ...