"What is it about?" he heard Sister Isabelle ask her. Vivian didn't answer for the first few seconds and he noticed that Sister Isabelle didn't hurry her to ask what it was. Instead, the woman gave her enough time to gather the words she had come here.
"I don't know," Vivian whispered from the box. Her eyes trained on the wooden planks which covered her from the world right now.
"That's alright. A lot of things we don't know why we feel heavy and guilty about. Do you feel guilty, Vivian?" Sister Isabelle asked her from the other side, "Talk to me child. Anything and everything, you have my ear and I shall not judge for what you tell," coaxed the woman.
"I...I feel everything that's happened is wrong," Vivian stated, her fingers playing together along with each other in a very slow movement on her lap, "I wish I could help more but it feels like the more I step and involve myself, the more I end it piles to guilt."
