The Wrong Woman

Sienna used up all her savings, and Shelly did the same. Shelly went even further by selling their corner store and borrowing money from relatives. Together, they gathered 250 thousand dollars to pay off the injured man.

After that, their house turned bleak and lonely; a heavy sadness hung in the air. Shelly's illness got worse, and she stopped caring about anything.

Busy from looking after Shelly and working to make ends meet, Sienna felt exhausted and drained. As time passed, she found herself unable to spare any time or energy for thoughts of Daniel.

Meanwhile, Shelly was engulfed by severe depression. Her appetite vanished, sleep eluded her, and tears flowed daily as she lay in bed, devoid of motivation.

She withdrew from the outside world, finding solace only in the memories captured in photos of her husband and son. She often spent hours huddled in a corner, weeping.

Sienna dutifully sent a few hundred dollars to the prison monthly to ensure Felix had better meals. On visitation days, she accompanied Shelly to see him.

Felix had shed weight and seemed worn down. Every encounter with him reduced Shelly to tears.

Sienna found herself making more and more trips to the hospital as Shelly's health continued to deteriorate. But one night, everything came to a sudden stop.

their seven-story building and jumped at 5:30 am. That night, she took

wails of police and ambulance sirens, blending

stood nearby, feeling as if her soul had abandoned her body as she watched Shelly lay beneath a white sheet. The sight of blood staining the ground sent shivers down her spine. Tears flowed down her cheeks, her legs giving way, and her entire body trembling. She struggled to grasp

She handled the aftermath

to local customs, she received relatives and friends who came to offer condolences, coordinating

for her father, merely three years earlier. Now, she

her graveside, Felix's cries of anguish pierced the air, his sobs

in heartbreak. And yet,

all the arrangements, from the funeral proceedings to managing household matters

carefully packed the important items Shelly had left behind stashing them in

finished,

nestled onto the bed where her mother had once slept, curling up and closing her eyes in search of