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ful yet compassionate as she put a touch on my arm. "Please, Mary. We had no intention of hurting you. However, you are entitled to the truth. You're here waiting for a call th

m my bank regarding a transaction I had completed earlier that day, which devastated me. I was heartbroken. My hope was gone now, and it had been so fleeting. Why didn't he just give me a call? Why wouldn't he give an explanation? I was exhausted the following morning. Even though the sun had risen at six in the morning, it seemed like the night had gone on forever. . I heard my friends' voices called my name as they knocked on my door. At first, I disregarded them. Considering everything, I didn't want to confront them. However, I knew they wouldn't stop until I answered when they knocked again, more firmly this time. I opened the door grudgingly. They gazed at me, obviously taken aback by my room's condition. They recognized me for my normal tidiness, but this time it was a mess. It was Juliet who spoke first. "How are you, Mary? You seem to be bothered by something. If it has to do with yesterday's events..." I interrupted her to say, "I'm good, okay? Do you not see that? Sandra's voice was forceful as she crossed her arms. "No, you're not. You're hiding in your room, looking like this, and you hardly tasted your supper last night. Don't pretend that everything is fine with you. Nobody is fooled by you. Sandra's voice grew softer as her worry became apparent. "Hey, just wake up and let's go grab a bite to eat. We can discuss yesterday, determine what is happening, and determine what we can do to address it." I realized then that I could no longer continue to hide from the truth. Juliet settled next to me and softly held my shaking hands, her touch a silent consolation. She tried to speak with a delicate earnestness, but Sandra was adamant, her voice piercing, that we move into the living room. Silently aware of the tension building in the air, I was forced to comply with her request. Juliet stayed by my side, her presence a balm as she continued to comfort me, while Sandra ran off to the kitchen with a determined purpose, perhaps to pick up a loaf of bread, as we proceeded into the liv