Chapter Thirty-NineOne and a half months before Raven's incarceration at Salverford prison
The autumn leaves spiralled to the ground, littering the stony lane as Seraphia trod through the forest path. She wrapped her coat around herself as she passed into the open fields and a powerful wind swept across the meadows. She had so much to think about. An intimidating overload of problems clogged her mind and she needed some fresh air to clear her mind.
She had taken the day off work to sort her head out. She needed it more now than ever. Everything should be so simple now that she was finally going home, now that all she really wanted in life was coming back to her. But it wasn't that easy. Raven was such a large part of her life now. He had been so good to her and had given her nothing but
