HOME“Home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.”
Cecelia Ahern
The horse dealer lived in a newly built house on the west side right out of London, but for work he also owned a small place in a building situated in the Whitechapel area. Helena would lodge there. It was just a single room with a timber floor. The planks were so badly spaced that one could almost see through them and follow what was going on underneath. On one corner was a canopy bed with a heavy red cover that had surely seen better days. The window was on the same side of the bed while opposite to it stood a small fire place built in a wall made of bricks. Good... So she would not feel the cold during winter. Elegance could not describe the place but Helena decided that, cleaning once done, the room would be perfect. The window
