The madwoman shook her head, seeming like she wanted to let go.
Lawrence Winters darted forward, pressing down on her shoulders and arms.
"Madwoman! Calm down!" Lawrence suddenly didn't want to use the coaxing tone he'd had earlier.
Joyce Shaw was no longer with us, she needed to face reality.
The madwoman had been crying all day, her tears had dried up, all she felt was tired, extremely tired, unbearably tired.
She looked down at the earth beneath her, the ten-story building, the people and objects on the ground looked like toys.
The wind blew gently across her face, giving her the illusion that as long as she let go, all her troubles would fly away.
What a temptation this was...
Lawrence held her tightly from behind, shouting in her ear, "I know you love him! But is the meaning of your life just for a man?! He's gone, so you won't live?!"
"Have you forgotten your dad and mom?"
"Did they raise you to die or live for a man?!"
