As soon as Tara got to her villa, she went inside her house and headed to the sitting room. She removed her shoes at the front door and walked barefoot to the sitting room. She tossed her bag aside and sat on the floor, leaning her head against the couch as she stared at the ceiling.
Tears began to slide down her face as she thought, How could it be? What is actually going on? Was it a conspiracy or something else? What is going on, and why is it happening to me? Don't I have enough on my plate already? Why do problems have to keep piling up on me like some sort of garbage?
She thought as tears continued to slide down her cheeks.
As a person who was going through a lot, she was indeed strong in front of everyone, but when she was alone, she couldn't continue holding herself together. It was as though something inside her had broken.
