Somewhere in a Moroccan Region
Amanda, at age 10
“Mum,” Amanda softly called, tugging at her mother’s coat to catch her attention. Her mother looked down at her and smiled, the coldness of the air around them was visible through their breaths. “You let me come with you in this old cemetery to visit a tomb, yet it has been so many years now and you still haven’t told me who is lying in it.”
A lush forest of green surrounded them, but they weren’t lost. On their way was a stone path going to an abandoned cemetery styled in the Victorian Age. Statues of angels and cherubs stood sentry on each tombstone, but there was one that didn’t have any. The one that both of them were going.
Her mother, Eloisa, pursed her lip and sighed. “Hmm, such a curious daughter you are.” Her eyes glinted with mirth unde
