How can anyone call it a nightmare, if doesn't end even when she's awake?
It had been days when Xhemin buried her baby, there at the Loch where most of the happy days of her youth happened. She felt hollow, empty and alone even when Dian was there to keep her company.
Dian had comforted her saying Darryl will be home any moment, but days had gone past, and still no Darryl came. Worst, even Ziggy and Ang were nowhere to be found. They didn't reach Woodbridge as Dian's men told.
The Little Miss cried for days and soon for the first time, her tears gone dry. There were no more tears left to wet her eyes. Even the pain inside her wasn't anymore hurting her, she became numb to everything.
