The movers have finally finished loading everything. Jochebed hasn't talked much since yesterday. That is when reality finally kicked in that the house, which she had loved and bragged about for years, wasn't hers anymore. Edmar tried a few times to strike up a conversation with her. She would nod or mumble a few words.
He stood in the doorway of what used to be their bedroom at Jochebed, crying. Edmar knew there weren't any words he could say that would make her feel better. He thought she just needed time to adjust. The best part about moving is that whoever is responsible for the signs won't know where they moved.
Jochebed turns to look at him with tears flowing. "Why would someone be so vicious? We have never harmed anyone."
Edmar leans against the wall. "Sweetheart, I know you'
