"The interest for this slap... wait for me."
With a last smile and her back blocking the view of everyone in the room, she patted the old crone's face gently and then stepped over the threshold.
Before her, the warm evening sun enveloped her, and behind, cold and surprised looks examined her. She stood in between, her shadow thin and faint.
She didn't look back.
She didn't look at her brother's guiltless expression, and she didn't look at the bitterness in her mother's eyes. She didn't think of her family's betrayal, and she didn't think of what she would have to face beyond this doorway.
She just walked peacefully into the embrace of the evening sun and deeply breathed in the golden light.
She said to herself.
"I'll be back."
The warm winter sun fell little by little, and the whistling wind brought with it the coldness of night.
