Previous chapter:
Chapter 30: Belonged to my mother
Next chapter:
Chapter 32: Don’t need servants who think
PREVIEW
... they would fly away if she even loosen her hold on them, her eyes tracing the familiar curves of her mother’s handwriting. The ink had faded in places, smudged by time or perhaps by tears. She imagined her mother writing these words, unaware that they would one day reach her daughter under such circumstances.
Her breath hitched as she read the first letter, each word carving a deeper ache in her chest.
"My Liora, my little girl,
Mother is writing these letters to you as y ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE