Chapter 22

• [FLASHBACK]
• “Holly! Is that—”
• My focus was on the potatoes I needed to buy for tonight’s dinner when Melinda, one of the servants who was a close friend to me pulled me into a corner and hit us behind a tarpauline. It was already four in the afternoon and the market was a little busier than an ordinary day in the pack. Maybe because the winter season was coming and people had to ensure they had enough supplies before the cold season embraced this land with its frozen touch.