Divorced

“Who is there? Throw this filth out of this house and she must never be allowed to step foot into this mansion ever!” madam Clinton commanded and two guards carried Saffron and forced her inside a car. Once they got to the streets, they threw her out and zoomed off.

Saffron didn’t linger. She would have taken a cab home but had nothing on her– her phone and purse were left behind at the Clintons’. As she absentmindedly walked forward, a distance away she saw a park and headed there. It was autumn and the leaves on the trees were lovely. Saffron sat on one of the benches and rested her back on it. With eyes closed, the event of the day came back to her. Reliving the painful memory that caused her stabbing pains in the heart, Saffron couldn’t hold back and cried. She cried so badly that the people walking around couldn’t help but notice her, however no one went to her.

Saffron stayed there until nightfall before she decided to return home. But unfortunately, her legs turned jelly and t