“Hate is a burden
“Hate is a burdenthat walks a path of destruction.”
that walks a path of destruction.”She walked from room to room, looking in each, not knowing what she looked for.
As a specter tethered to the world, Viviana had haunted her home for the two days since they had finished the fresco. She tried to sit, to read, to write in her journal, but such pursuits were far too frivolous; they could not keep her. Neither food nor drink held appeal.
Instead, she walked, never leaving her home. If she had walked as many steps from her door as she had taken within it, she would have been halfway to Rome by now. Her mind traveled only as far as her feet. She paced her house, searching every room as if in one of them she would find the answer to the question of what nagged at her, insis
