“We do not always cherish freedom till it is denied”
“We do not always cherish freedom till it is denied”The crash sounded just the same. Did she dream it?
Viviana jolted up in bed, just as she had almost a week ago. It was the same gray light of a dawn not yet realized greeting her. She tipped her head, listening.
Since the return of the painting, the nights had once more become preternaturally silent, broken only by sudden, hideous cries as another home was assaulted, as another man was dragged from his home, dead or alive. People shivered beneath their covers, praying only that their door was not the next door to crash open.
Her sons had not yet returned, though their notes following their father’s demise promised they would do so soon. Without a family burial, there was no reason f
