Click. Click. Click.
Monique paused the video that Monica sent to her, jotted down markers of the place. She never came out of her lair ever since she had dinner with Nathaniel. She was utterly upset with his response—even if he made sense and she couldn’t admit it out loud—because she expected him to understand. He didn’t know what it felt like to lose someone, especially someone who was dearly close to you. There were bags underneath her eyes. She had only two hours of sleep per day and she was losing a lot of weight. Her arms were almost papery thin, and her stomach was as flat as the ground. Her parents didn’t seem to bother her anymore, and whenever there were news about Monica and how she was back, Monique would flick to another channel, the anger rising on her chest.
She didn’t un
