Miriam
The morning I left; the temple was quiet. Everyone was still sleeping in their chambers from the chilliness of the early morning. I didn't take anything. I wanted no reminder of this place.
I stepped out into the cool dawn air, and paused, glancing back at the temple that had been my home for so long. But now, I was leaving.
Shaking my head, to fight the nostalgia, I turned away and started walking down the path that led to the home of the midwife. For the first time in three months, I felt relief. I was going to start afresh, a life where I would no longer be just a priestess who had given up her child, but a mother searching for a way to heal my shattered heart.
It took me about an hour to arrive at the Midwife's house.
