Jerome and his friend in college met at a bar nearby. They chose a quiet room to talk about such a sensitive topic.
"Bro, wazzup?" Mark patted his friend's shoulder.
"I'm good bro. How's life nowadays?"
"Just fine bro. Navigating my life alone with my six years old daughter."
"Huh? Where is Cynthia? Did you break up with her? The last time I know you were living together and was about to get married that was last 3 years ago," said Jerome.
Mark's eyes were clouded with sorrow and sadness, remembering his turbulent relationship with Cynthia.
"You remembered how my relationship with Cynthia started, right?" he asked Jerome.
"Yes...," Jerome remembered so well that dark night many years ago when he becomes an accessory of a crime. He had forgotten about it until today.
