The condition of Nathaniel changed a lot about the direction the day was supposed to go. Everything having spiraled so far out of control. What Nathaniel had wanted to do, being the least of their issues as they tried to come to terms with his recent diagnosis, which more or less meant his days were numbered, and he was never to awake to consciousness again, till he dies.
Layla who had cried the tears of two lifetimes now stood in front of her mirror, staring into her reflection. Wrinkling her face in disgust, she observed her red swollen eyes, and the dried streak of tears and snot on her face, and the flush that still hadn't quite receded. She made the most wretched picture, the image of a grieving, sorrowful wife, who loved her husband very much.
She turned her face to the left and ri
