TEN

A WEEK AGO

"For Christ's sake, where did you go!" She got out of the elevator, standing in front of her door. She searched her bag angrily till it fell to the floor. "Mmmmm," she covered her lips, holding them tight, sitting on her knees, quivering. Her breath increased as she tried to stop herself from crying, "He was mine first!" she yelled, letting them out.

The elevator door opened, and Isaac stepped out and stopped when he heard someone cry. He took a step closer and saw a lady folded with her bag between her lap and her hand tightly against her mouth. He wasn't able to see the face of the lady, but she seemed familiar. Soon, she buried her face in her lap, and her wailing continued. She must not have heard him come in. Isaac silently took a step backwards. He reached out for his door but stopped, putting the passcode would only alert her, and he wouldn't want her to feel bad and embarrassed. She looked like she needed those tears. He stood there watching her. Was he to interrupt