The Phantom's Daughter

Chapter Thirty-Five

I didn’t think to apologize for my harsh words towards Rita until it was almost too late.

Of course I immediately knew something was up the moment she walked back down with a proud air about her, almost as if she got the last laugh. There was an excitement in her eyes, and I regarded her suspiciously, but didn’t say anything. She had to have known better than to play a trick on me in order to get back at me.

Whatever it was, I mostly ignored it, engaged in my new play I was working on, but pausing at the shuffling sounds in her room like she was packing. When I went to my room to rest, very late that night, I stopped, seeing her, lying on top of her bed, fully clothed, donned in all black, with her shoes on. She laid propped up on the pillow, hands behind her head, looking up at the