Consolation
Myra stared down at the pool again, the bluer color calling out to her. She has always loved the pool until she had an accident when she was barely eight. Since that day, she had developed a phobia of it.
Myra had taken some time to cry out that there were no more tears to shed. She couldn't stop thinking of the trouble she had caused. The news was spreading so fast like a fire in the harmattan.
Everyone gossiped about her at any given time. The comments were not at all appealing. Myra just wanted to kill herself. There was absolutely nothing she could do to clear her name.
Everyone thinks she really stole the money. They abused her poor family and think it was why she stole the company fund.
Myra had refused to come out of her room at first that morning as she read through what was on the internet.