Abigail used the hankie the stranger from the previous night had given her and she wiped her tears with it. She had washed it, yes, but she had still used it to wipe her tears again. She looked at the hankie and thought of how ironic it was that the same hankie that had been provided to her still helped her wipe her tears today.
She still had no idea who the stranger was, but she was determined by all means to return it to him. She had made him a promise and a promise was a debt.
She turned to the burnt debris and what was left of the bed to look for Sebastian’s mother’s picture. She really hoped it had not burnt. It was going to be a disaster. Moreover, that was the only picture he had of her. She was in big trouble.
