After that glimpse of Alessio, Serafina could not bring herself to get out of bed, her mind plagued by guilt; her stomach squirmed in fear and the tears kept streaming no matter what she did. Her parents had called a couple of times, checking in on her, and everytime they called, she made her voice as even as it could be and told them she was fine.
She did not go to the gallery, nor get any more pictures developed, just day after day, she spent it lying in bed and crying.
Although, the worst she felt was that evening, when she had gone downstairs to grab something to eat, and saw that her plants were dying. Sniffling, she filled the water pot and sprinkled it over her plants, the sound of voices having her halt.
Kneeling behind the door, she pressed her ear to it, listening.
One voice
