My heart seems to stop, and the sobbing persists. What should I do? I take a deep breath and listen closer to the sobs.

It sounds like a girl.

In my heart, I want to run, but I want to know. I look to the table. Wrapped up the leg is a black thorny vine, stopping just short of the edge. I prepare myself for what ever horrors I may find and duck under. There sits a girl curled up into a ball. Her head is buried into her arms, and her long dark hair falls around her legs. Her shoulders rock with her sobs.

“Are you okay?â€? I ask. She shivers at my voice.

“Why won’t they stop.â€? Her voice is cracked from crying so hard.

I take the sweater off and place it about her shoulders.

“Its okay, I am sure they will stop sometime soon.â€? Who are they? Why do I know who she is talking about?

“No they won’t. They never stop. They just keep bickering, it’s like they don’t love each other anymore.â€? Her fist clenches as she says the last bit, and for some reason I feel empathy. She finally raises her head.