Chapter 62 Fuss in Morning

EVELYN

For the first time in a very long, long time, I dreamt of my family.

But this dream was different from the ones I usually had. Those consisted of pleasant memories, laughter, the first time I had ever held my little sister in my arms… happy things that made my heart ache when I awoke.

Occasionally, I dreamt of that dreadful trial day. Those my made my heart hurt in a different way and often elicited anger and tears upon my waking.

This one, however, was completely different.

This dream was about Windsburn Island, a place I’d never visited, but haunted me often.

I saw my father working in the mines, where all exiled to the island worked tirelessly to repay their debt and atone for their crimes. He looked emaciated, so much so that I could hardly recognize him. His eyes were sunken, as were his cheeks, and his skin was paper-white as if he hadn’t seen the sun in months. He worked like a lifeless puppet, sweat streaming down his gaunt face without him having time to wipe it away.