Florence.
I furrowed my brows as I cleaned harder, pressing and pushing my entire weight onto the rag in front of me. It was damp and sticky but it still did nothing to remove the stain from the wall. If anything, it felt like the more I scrubbed, the dirtier it got and that wasn't even the annoying part.
The stain was a murky brown color, with tiny bits of leaves stuck in it. After a closer look, I realized it was mud and the moment that realization dawned on me, anger flared in my bones.
There was only one person that was responsible for mud and everything else related to it. Aliyah. Aliyah was the gardener and mud only came from one place, the garden.
My nose flared as thoughts of aliyah rushed through my mind. I felt my blood boil all over again and if I didn't try to cal
