Chapter 29|Mirk

Sitting near the fireplace, she watched the flames curl and sway, flicking in every way, crackling as they burned the dry wood. It was a cold December evening, she was sitting on the old but soft wool rug. Its soft surface was protecting her bare feet from the coldness of the floor.

It's been fifteen minutes since her gaze was fixed on the flames—they had no appreciation of what had been given to them and no concern for what would be left after. The flames danced and leaped in the air, while the crackles of the dry wood made every other noise barely audible.

It was the night after Christmas. What a tragic Christmas for the siblings. Though Emma did give James presents which she had bought at the beginning of the month when she got the promotion yet he didn't look happy. James wanted to be home. But it's next to impossible given the unfavorable circumstances.

Emma held her tears back as she wasn't alone in the living room. Her brother and Mina were also in the same room, talking and p