Around 9:05pm, I heard disturbing knocks on the door and when I finally summed up the courage to open up, it was my close friend Rebeca, whom we all called Becky. She is a tall, huge, dark skinned and above all very pretty woman who was always full of life. But this time, she was drained with her own tears. Looking through those wet eyes of hers, I saw a hopeless woman who was ready to end life at that minute. “Come here darling” was the words that came out of my mouth out of pity. She gave me a strong embrace that made me feel she never wanted me to lose grip of her. At that point, I managed to close the door after us and led her to the closest couch. “What’s the problem?” I asked immediately.