Chapter 15

"Thank your fainting spell for that, you created quite a spectacle."

I felt like crying. Truly. In my 27 years of life, I've shed tears a few times. Several times, but the most heart-wrenching was when my grandmother, who raised me, passed away. That was when I was nineteen. When my mother left, I cried all day. The day after, I started forgetting because my father was still there. But when my father left, I cried for two days and two nights.

Maybe my teary eyes have lost their sense of propriety and decided to release what I've been holding in so strongly. I softly sobbed with a torrent of emotions that overwhelmed me, not caring that Krystal was right beside me, the woman who is my role model.

"Why are you crying, Anya?"

"It's... It's very confusing," I whimpered.

Krystal patted my shoulder gently, as if providing a different kind of energy that I considered acceptance. "Take care of your pregnanc