"Ranon, please… I need someone to talk to," Ema pleaded, and then there was a soft thud sound; Ranon assumed Ema was sitting on the floor, leaning against his door. "Ranon, please."
Ranon did nothing. He imagined that he was home with his wife and daughter. He thought that he should have taken a trip home so that he could attend the funeral with Hazel the next morning instead.
"Ranon… Why are you being so cold with me?" Ema asked in a pitiful tone. She pulled her legs up and hugged herself, resting her head on her knees. "I wish I could turn back time, and I would choose differently. I didn't want him, Ranon. Call me evil, but I regretted my decision the day I was with your father for the first time. The guilt ate me alive. I am sorry that I hurt you. I truly am."
Ranon closed his eyes, but you could see how his brows furrowed. If Ema were a man and were not his father's widow, he would have kicked her out a long time ago, since she disrupted his peace.
