Your husband was a coward.

Jamal returns home and the whole house is in darkness.

He checks around as he hears a voice humming a song, while sobbing.

He walks quickly to the direction, and finds Myla seated on a stool at the kitchen island.

A glass of wine on hold, while she swirls it as if dissolving some particles.

She's with a white transparent shirt, which hangs over her shoulders like an oversized.

Her tights are totally exposed, since the short she carries, ends far below the shirt's limit; a pantie short to clarify.

She swallows all the wine in her glass and pours in another, whereas Jamal watches her from the door.

The blue reflection of the moon light through the window, makes it easier for her to detect his presence.

She meets his gaze, and they stare at each long enough. Her eyes are heavy and blurry due to the thick sacks underneath, and the tears clouding her pupils.