Penelope read through the letter again but the content continued to be the same way. She started to fold it when Damien took it from her hand, "When did you receive this?" she asked the elderly woman who was her aunt.
"Two days before we came to see you at your village. There was another before that, a second letter but my husband tore and threw it in the fire. We didn't know she was dying. I wanted to see her die," came the inhumane words from her aunt's mouth which Penny would have never imagined before. There was some sort of bitterness in the words she spoke to her. A hidden secret of hate.
"Why would you say that about your sister? I thought you were on good terms. You always made me believe that you were on good terms," at least that is what it was. Her mother had spoken about her sister fondly and her aunt had been nothing less when it came to showering good praises.
