Chapter Seven
Angry, muffled voices filled the night, but Ursula paid no attention to them. She sat on the porch of her and Walter’s cabin, a blanket wrapped around her, and a mug of her favorite tea in her hands.
Ursula stared at her reflection in the mug blankly. The tea had probably gone cold, but she wasn’t planning on drinking it. She had completely lost her appetite and will to do anything. She was numb, trapped inside the vortex of her mind. Ursula kept telling herself it was a bad dream, that any moment she would wake up in Walter’s arms, sneak out, and surprise him with breakfast in bed.
Despite the cold sting in the air, and thefeeling of the blanket around her, Ursula didn’t wake up. It was a nightmare that she couldn’t escape.
There was the creaking of footsteps on the porc
