Inside Hazel’s chamber, Hazel laid on her bed quietly, while staring at the ceiling, she slowly clutched on her pillow tightly, as the thought of Luther crossed her mind.
“Oh! My dear husband, your wife misses your touch.” She whispered to herself.
The door opened, and Rita walked in calmly, she stood for a while, as she gazed at the food on the table, then her gaze fell on Hazel, who laid down on her bed, and squeezed herself tightly, like a new born baby.
“My Lady, your food is left untouched, and I was told by Mary, that you haven’t eaten anything since you left home.” Rita said calmly.
“I am not hungry Rita.” Hazel replied.
“But my Lady, you need to eat something, you are getting thin, and Luther wouldn’t want to see you this way.” Rita said calmly.
“He never thought of that, whe
