The Anchor to my Sanity

"I notice her pull out what appears to be a wilted flower. She carefully smooths out crinkles in the petals with utmost precision. The need to ask what it was came up, but when I saw the sad look on her face, the way her hands shook slightly, I thought better then to open my mouth." When two women try to overcome their own demons and in the process become too reliant on each other.