More rain continued to fall on the lands of the Bonelake. Washing the silt and dirt that had come up to be pushed to the lower surface. After they were done pushing the mud back in place while keeping the grave back in its position, Damien held her hand to go back to the mansion in a blink of an eye.
Penny stared blankly at the wall, "Master Damien," she finally looked up to meet his eyes. It seemed that he knew something that she wasn't aware of.
Damien let out a loud sigh. The sigh camex out to be a bit frustrated. He ran his hand over his hair which had fallen flat on his forehead to only push it back, "Bathsheba was right," he replied to her questioning eyes that had turned greener than the rest of the time over her pale skin. Water droplets still covered her face that stood still, "I don't think you have two mothers. The mother who you have known all these years, whom you saw being buried is not dead."
