Mrs. Halls stood frozen in the bustling town street, after she left the home they had chosen to be their hideout space. Her gaze fixed on a passing figure. Her heart raced, and a shiver ran down her spine as a flood of memories surged within her. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in decades, a feeling of familiarity, of hope. A feeling that her long lost child might still be alive.
Along that, came the feeling of pain, as that was the place she lost all her family, the place that took everything from her. She squeezed her hand as she looked around, but she felt a sharp pain, accompanied with flames of hope, that she could still find what she had lost. A place she wanted to destroy, giving her strands of hope. That was a conflict she didn’t want to find herself in.
Decades ago, Mrs.
