Disheveled

(Cindy’s POV) I sat on the edge of the bed, the room dark except for the dim light of the bedside lamp. My hands trembled slightly as I wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks. Only heartless people won’t mourn for the death of their child. I may have done evil things in the past, but I still have a heart. This is what it must have felt like for Camilla when she lost her child after we betrayed her. But did she have to make me pay for it? Why didn't she just forgive me and move on? Is it that hard? She’s so selfish! I winced when I heard the front door slam shut, followed by the heavy, unsteady footsteps of Lester stumbling through the hallway. The smell of alcohol wafted into the room even before he entered, confirming my worst fears. I hurriedly composed myself, brushing my hair back and dabbing my eyes to hide any trace of my tears. The last thing I wanted was for Lester to see me like this, vulnerable and weak. I needed to keep up the facade, at least until I could figure out w