LUTHER. As I drove home, Joanna sat silently beside me, her emotions palpable. I knew better than to push her for conversation, sensing the turmoil brewing inside her. The whole rollercoaster of emotions she has been through recently. Instead, I focused on the road, thinking of ways to comfort her without words.The drive was quiet, Joanna lost in thought. When we arrived home, she swiftly exited the car and headed inside without a word. I considered returning to work, but something compelled me to follow her into the mansion.I stepped inside, unsure what to expect. Would she want space, or...? I have known Joanna all my life but I still didn't know what to do exactly. We conquered but yet she seemed lost like someone drowning in a sea of despair. I called out to her, "Jo, are you okay?" But instead of a response, Joanna burst into a loud, almost manic laughter. The sound was jarring, and I could sense the desperation behind it. It was fake. As she laughed, she said, "Asher's fa
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