It was the beginning of the end of their marriage, and Dasha was crying day and night.
It was only one night that Desmond stayed away from their room, spending it in his office instead. But he went home and slept in the same bed as her the following night, not touching her, however. They spoke, or fought rather, and it left Dasha exhausted, frustrated and dejected. Nonetheless, she never told a soul. She just told Doona she was not feeling well.
“You were fighting. Don’t keep it a secret, Dasha dear. We all know,” Doona said to her when she would not get out of her room, speaking to her through the intercom.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Doona. Just… don’t mind me,” she said through a scruffy voice.
“How can I do that?” Doona sounded horrified. “I love both of you. Look, if you don
