One week.
It had been exactly one week since Hera set her eyes on her boss after their fallout. She had always tried her very best to avoid him as best as she could.
In the mornings, she would do her job as soon as he left for work and made sure to get dinner ready before he got back home from work.
Her routine had been like that, and she was certain that she wouldn't be changing it anytime soon. The more space she gave, the better.
"Are you finally ready to talk about it?" Mariam had asked that evening when they were both together in the kitchen prepping for dinner.
Ever since it happened, she had remained quiet and had refused to say anything to Mariam. She didn't think it was important to let the old lady know what was going on.
Plus, it wasn't a subject that she was proud of speaking about, so what’s the point of doing so?
"Hera," Mariam coaxed when she didn't respond to her question, "What happened?"