Chapter 48- Sheltered rumors
Lies are the mortar
that holds hell together.
~Mark Twain
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The weather outside was dark and foreboding, blotted with specks of raindrops falling from the sky. Strange birds flitted about the windows, their cries echoing through the room, and the rhythm added to the rigid atmosphere. While it was raining outside, a reminder that the rain would be vengeful any moment from now, those in one of the rooms still carried that foreignness of years ago.
Esther, now grown into a fine woman with mature features, walked towards the other side of the bed. Her brown hair now had thick coils that complimented her skin color. Those innocent dark eyes blinked and sparkled with the same demure as seven years ago, only to carry that air of elegance and conduct. Her eyelashes, long and luscious, framed her eyes and added to their allure but still carried its warmth and kindness.