Fifty Eight

2412 Words

Abigail sat in a corner of their bedroom crying her tears out. She had waited for him to leave with Philip. She was even too ashamed to face Aunt Carol. When she saw her pass by the corridors she hid. "Do you know where the lady might be?" Aunt Carol asked a maid. "No my lady. But I believe I saw someone that looked like her going towards the gardens." The maid replied. "Which of the gardens?" Aunt Carol asked. "The flamingo garden my lady." The maid replied. "Thank you dear." Aunt Carol said before heading in the direction she had been pointed out to. The maid nodded and left. Abigail then came out of her hiding place and went to her room. That was how she sat in a corner of their bedroom crying her eyes out. All Veronica had said to her in the early hours of the mornin

Free reading for new users
Scan code to download app
Facebookexpand_more
  • author-avatar
    Writer
  • chap_listContents
  • likeADD