Epilogue

Valerie sat on the sofa, hugging her knees. It was the next evening- Monday evening.

“A girl child is not supposed to sit that way.” She heard her mom’s voice from the kitchen.

She sighed and sat cross-legged.

She appealed to her parents to eschew their questions regarding Jonathan. She lied that they were in a fight. Though the latter was true, she lied about the intensity. “I am angry with him. I will talk to him once my anger subsides.” She gave a wry reply, subduing every small instinct to break into bitter tears.

Her head was woolly from the recent happenings of her life. She did not accompany her Dad to their office. She hesitated to even take a bath and moved around in the same dress she wore the previous evening. Every single threa