Chapter 72 The hate

Sitting on the side of the bed facing the balcony doors. Merrigold sighed, feeling hopeless, helpless. She had done absolutely nothing but felt exhausted. Tired of staring at the same walls. Her bare feet swollen when the only steps she had taken were to relieve herself. She felt like a prisoner. The old clock in one side of the room, made her head rotate. It's ticking reminded her that even though she refused to move, even though she refused to do anything... time was still moving and whether she was pleased with it or not, her belly was ever growing. Sleep had proved to be a struggle, not knowing which side was much better. None of them were any better. Perhaps facing the ceiling and watching the golden chandelier with caliginous lamps. Her thoughts were interrupted by one of the younger girls that worked in the kitchen. Then another one came in, holding belongings, bringing them in and laying the flat on the mahogany chest of drawer.

Confused, Merrigold asked. "What is going on?"