Racheal and Steffan maintained silence for a few minutes. She glanced at him through the mirror. He was looking at her, waiting, expectant.
She looked away and sighed.
“My mother disappeared, really. I don’t know where she was buried.” She said, picking up her belongings and returning to their bedroom to wear her dress.
Steffan followed her not long after.
“Why?” He asked, when he came in.
“You remember my step-mother?” She asked, thinking about the day she told him how her step-mother had maltreated and tortured her.
“Yes.” Steffan responded. His voice sounded strange.
Racheal glanced back quickly, and looked at him.
His eyes were like a dark pit.
She wondered if she should continue with the story, since it was already upsetting him so much.
She decided to continue.
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