The breeze blew a little colder, it’s been hours. For reasons Sara could not understand, her mind was not at rest. She expected Davina to be back. Shrugging, she continued with her cooking.
“Oh my!” She yelled angrily at herself as she realized she had over salted the soup. Hurriedly heading towards the drawer to get a slice of potato to neutralize the saltiness, she heard the door open.
“Davina, why did you stay up so late?” She questioned from the kitchen but heard no response.
“Davina?” She called again but there was still no response. She walked up to the living room.
“Oh!” She gasped as she held her lips.
Davina wondered hard as she walked around in the little room she was locked up in which seemed more like a prison. She looked around to find a place to escape. Fear gripped her
