Chapter 39: The Dark Witch
But then, as I raced out of the Vatican, further, deeper into the woods, I stumbled across something on the ground that caused me to stop dead in my tracks.
Another set of stones.
Which I had nearly forgotten about, from the time I had seen the first… causing me to yearn for Elouise, and to realize with all my heart, just how much I missed her.
But thankfully, these stones served as remnants, reminders that I could never lose the memory of my dear friend.
Feeling half-tempted to break down crying, fall down on my hands and knees in either prayer or mourning – I forced myself, in spite of it all, to press on with bold determination.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but feel overcome with the sensation that someone, or something, was watching me.