The Scene That Broke Me
That afternoon, I entered quietly.
No driver.
No announcement.
Just me… and the sound of crying.
Elara’s voice.
I followed it.
And what I saw…
Destroyed everything I believed.
She was on the floor.
Kneeling.
Her pregnant body bent forward.
Her hands trembling as she scrubbed the marble.
Her clothes soaked in dirty water.
She was crying.
And not far away…
They were watching.
Laughing.
Relaxed.
As if her pain was entertainment.
