Chapter 167. A Promise: pt. 2

Agnes POV

The soft red of the sun penetrated through the windows to sufficiently light up Eunice, who sat on the edge of her bed with her face buried in her trembling hands. She was crying. Not the loud and desperate sobs but the quiet kind that came from an exhausted soul. 

The woman was so tortured that the feeling radiated off her like a living entity – oppressive and stifling. My heart squeezed in my chest painfully as if someone had taken a rope and was twisting it, then twisting some more.

We were alone in her room. The familiar room that had once been our sanctuary now felt unbearably small. There was nothing but the crackling from the fireplace, offering little warmth against the cold dread settling inside me, and the regular sound of the clock on the wall. The room, in which she and I used to live, felt like a cage, a confinement wi