Third Person POV
Sonita was already walking.
She did not look back. Her shoulders were set and her steps were quick and she moved the way she moved when she had made a decision and was not interested in having it reconsidered.
"I cannot believe this," she said. Over her shoulder. Cold.
Helen exhaled. The sound of it was long and unsteady, like something that had been held too tight for too long.
Her hands were not still at her sides. They were pressing against each other, fingers interlocked, trying to find somewhere to put the energy that had no other outlet.
"I know this is a lot," she said. "But I love him. I cannot just set that aside because it makes you uncomfortable. I do not know how to do that."
Sonita stopped walking.
She turned around slowly.
