The dark side of the sun

Shortly after she had finally closed her eyes, Adela woke up from a terrible nightmare.

Escaping her bed which felt more like a crime scene than a place of rest, she came rushing down the stairs holding on to her thick shawl. She opened the huge door and was surprised at how uneasy it was to pull it, she who never had to open the door to this manor before.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stepped outside into the cool night air, her breath forming a mist in front of her face. The manor had always been eerily quiet at this hour, but the realization that there was nobody inside those walls instantly transformed her home into a desolate fortress of cold stones, stripped of any warmth or life.

There was absolutely no peace in the stillness of this lonely night.

She tightened the grip of her shawl around herself and ventured down the garden path, her mind swirling with questions like a tornado.

"...Where are you, father,"