Sarah
Whatever Anabelle's feelings were, Damian didn't seem to share them and the anger vibrated through him like the palpitating force of the universe.
'Are you pretend you bear no responsibility?'
His voice was strained and he looked so tense, as if chains where rooting him to the spot.
The young-looking Essie slid off her seat and fell to her knees, her head low.
'Cogitatióne, verbo, ópere et omissióne: mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa. Bless me father, for I have sinned...' she intoned.
Damian and Karen exchanged a confused look, but nowhere as confused as Gabriel's. At least Sarah knew what was happening because Anabelle understood what was happening.
'Stop it, it doesn't suit you,' Karen half-whispered to her. 'What's happened to you? Why did you not come back? Didn't
