Lydia sat in her room for hours, alone and quiet. The breakfast that had been brought to her earlier was still on the table, untouched and cold. Just like Ivan. She couldn't even look at the food, let alone eat. Her stomach hurt, but her heart hurt more. Since waking up that morning and seeing the divorce papers in front of her, everything felt like a nightmare. A terrible, painful nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her face felt tight and puffy. She had cried so much she didn't think she had any tears left, but her body was still shaking. Every time she thought of Ivan, her chest ached like someone had grabbed her heart and crushed it. She kept asking herself the same question over and over again.
Why is he doing this to me?
