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.

rushed to the rooftop of their seven-story building and jumped at 5:30 am. That night, she took her own

with the wails of police and ambulance sirens, blending with

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

not to crumble. She handled the aftermath of Shelly's death with

customs, she received relatives and friends who

second funeral she had arranged. The first had been for her father, merely three years earlier. Now, she faced the task of organizing her

her graveside, Felix's cries of anguish pierced the air, his sobs wrenching at his soul as he desperately

cried out in heartbreak. And yet, he couldn't bring Shelly back from

her remarkable composure in handling all the arrangements, from the funeral proceedings to managing household matters single-handedly. Following the funeral,

behind stashing them in the closet before

the time she finished, she felt

Shelly's room. She nestled onto the bed where her mother had once slept,