Ruth stared at the wall of her room with eyes full of tears.
She didn't know how many days had passed since her husband's death. A week? Two weeks? Maybe more. Time had moved like a grain of sand in her grasp. It slipped by without her being able to count it.
But no matter how much time passed, the tears did not dry up. The pain only tore more and more. Her head did not stop throbbing. Her stomach continued to feel nauseous. No matter what food entered her mouth, she would immediately throw it back up.
She was exhausted. She could no longer move or wake up from his bed.
When she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Her mind could not stop the feeling of hurt and anger.
How could they kill her husband so easily? After all the years the man had served the kingdom, was there no compassion or forgiveness from the General for her husband's wrongdoings?
