A Promise II

Agnes POV

The soft red of the sun penetrated through the windows to sufficiently light up Eunice as she cried. The woman was so tortured that the feeling radiated off her like a living entity – oppressive and stifling. My heart squeezed in my chest painfully as if someone had taken a rope and was twisting it, then twisting some more.

We were alone in her room; there was nothing but the crackling from the fireplace and the regular sound of the clock on the wall. The room, in which she and I used to live felt like a cage, a confinement with every passing second.

“Eunice,” I said gently, which I struggled to do since every muscle in my body tightened. The smell of dust, ink, and leather pervaded the room, the smell that brought a kind of familiarity, at least to my increasing sense of anxiety.

‘’I have one final request to make of you a special request” I said in a soft but audible tone.

The frown was etched on Eunice’s face as if she expected me to deliver devastating news. The flames o