EIGHT MONTHS LATER
I stretched on the rocking chair and yawned. The cool breeze hit my skin and I shivered. It was getting close to winter and the weather was cold. I wrapped my coat around me and went inside the house.
It was a little then house away from civilization. I had bought it and lived at the edge of the with my wife. Yes, wife.
The last eight months had completely changed us. Violet had grieved and gotten over the death of her mother. She blames herself for not noticing she was the one in the dungeon for years.
But I told her not to blame herself. Her father only played sick games with her. She tried to save her but it was unfortunate. She got on well with mama and sometimes mama came to spend some time with us away from the city noises.
All damages from the attack had been
