As Charity's eyes fluttered open the next morning there was no initial confusion, she knew just where she was, and she hated every moment of it. She swore she would never come back yet here she was lying on a bed under this dastardly roof. She got up that morning and the first she did after she brushed her teeth was march to her sister's room. She lifted her hand to knock but decided to just try the handle, and what do you know? It was open.
"Charis? Charis?" She said looking inside, she walked into the bathroom, and yet she wasn't there.
"She went out for a prayer walk with your dad" her mother's voice put an end to her search and Charity turned to face her mother.
"With dad?"
Her mother nodded. "You know she has always been his favorite child."
"I am sure he still blames me for putting the devil into his daughter huh?"
Her mother shrugged, "you know your father."
