New Friendship!

Saintilia POV

Lately, a heavy cloud of depression lingered over me, as I grappled with a profound sense of isolation. The comforting conversations I once shared with Celia had stopped since the day I accused her husband, severing the almost familial bond we had nurtured. I missed the maternal warmth in our friendship, the open-door assurance that she was always there with open arms, never too preoccupied to offer her presence for a heartfelt talk. But that bond had fractured, leaving the pieces scattered around me.

How could I ever trust her when she was aware of her husband's deceitful behavior and yet chose to keep her mouth shut. I held onto a thread of hope that perhaps, with time, we could piece together the fragments of our connection. However, forgiveness was a bridge I wasn't ready to cross just yet.