At a time when most had gone to their beds, there was still a light shining through Lucinda's window. This was the only home she had ever known and she hated it there. She had hurried back to her room to wash off the stench of the man that had just finished pawing her.
However, no amount of precious oils or soap could wash away her sins that had begun to eat away at her soul. Even though the light was on and there was a fire in the hearth. Lucinda still felt chilled to her bones.
Though it hadn't rained at all, there was a persistent dampness in the air that lingered on the walls and made Lucinda feel depressed at times. Normally, her room would just be a place to lay her head at night but today she craved its cold solitude.
