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The strange Lady took me home that night. As we stopped in front of my gate, I was reluctant to get down.

She was talking to me after handling me a card.

“…This is my business card, just in case you need someone to talk to. My name is Lydia. I live with my family…my husband and two sons close to the restaurant where I work. Listen to me, this is not the end of life….i understand how painful and thorn you are right now but give yourself time, you will be fine. You are beautiful and will get over all this. Is his loss not yours, don’t blame yourself for any of this. He was blind not to see the good woman in you. I can lead you inside if you want…

I told her I was alright, I got down and walk into my gate. The heel shoe I wore was beginning to annoy me just like everything was annoying me.

I removed the shoe, carried it in my hands and walked barefooted.

It was after the security man opened the gate and I entered I heard Lydia driving away.

The security man was saying something, probab