"Jade." Finally there was another voice, low and dry, as if it was very difficult to speak.
Samara had heard this kind of sound, that day, when I first saw Jade. Her hands were clenched into fists, and she felt so painful thinking about the sushi that she made carefully, and the sushi that was finally forgotten. She seemed to have a premonition, a premonition that made her scared.
She should have to go. She can walk downstairs with a few steps, so everything is the same as before. She is still Cole's wife, he is still that domineering and gentle husband, everything hasn't changed, but her legs won't allow her to move.
"Cole, you tell me, why are you getting married?" Sobbing, heartbroken, "You know, how sad I was when I heard this news? I don't even have the courage to live."