Chapter Twenty-Four
Small Acts of RepentancePhoenix stared at herself in the speckled bathroom mirror, rust spots bleeding over her reflection in its antique, mottled patina. She released a breath which fogged up the surface and covered her image for a moment. A cricket bounced along the floor beneath the sink unit and she winced. Regarding creepy crawlies, she was not her father’s daughter. “Rule breaker,” she whispered to her reflection. The disciplinarian in her battled the rebel and won. She needed to restore order in her own heart and to do that meant going back to her proper task, offering hope and friendship to those on the fringes.
Phoenix washed her hands and waved them in the air as she left the bathroom. The towel looked too stained and dingy to risk a bout of diarrhoea for th
