She placed her hands on her jaw. She wasn’t so sure she loved such posture; perhaps it would help ease the burning tension swelling up within her.
She reflected on the words of Alliya’s elders, and how Madone had made her mute mysteriously. How she marched half-naked to the shrine, the malicious attack on Mike’s house, and how she was forced out of her matrimonial home.
The words of Donnie and Janny came rushing in; all these were coming back to her, with so much anxiety piling up in their words. The feeling, the passion wrapped up in evil crushed through her tender heart, she closed her eyes firmly and stopped her ears with both hands as if she heard strange sounds out of the wind taunting her.
Suddenly, she felt the urge to go to bed.
The reality of the past was hunting her like prey with its shadow crawling around her mind ready to kill.
