EiraAs I stared at the bracelet, I wondered what kind it was because I was quite sure that I hadn't seen something like that before. It was very odd to see that kind of ornament within the house because I had known Aunt Meg to be a very simple person and seeing that now just told me that if she actually owned that, she had gone overboard in getting that luxury.I picked it up and returned it to the table where I knew it had fallen from. At that moment, I made up my mind to ask Aunt Meg when she came back about the bracelet. I needed to know where it had come from and if it had any implications for it being here. I wanted to be completely sure that we were safe and we weren't under any form of attack because for the time I had spent here, I knew that we could very well be susceptible to different things, half of which I didn't even know about. It was Hana's case that had made me believe that there are things that we didn't even see and something as small as a bracelet could very well

EiraI began to pet Liam because the last thing I wanted was for him to cry and I knew that when he began that, I wouldn't be able to stand it. The last thing I wanted was to see him in distress and I would hate that I wouldn't be able to take care of him as a mother would. The more I pet him, singing sweet lullabies to him, the more he began to cry and I hated to think that there would be nothing I would be able to do."Liam, please stop crying." I begged him.I didn't know if he understood me but there was something I read that said that mothers who tended to talk to their infants most of the time had a stronger bond than those who didn't and if there was one thing I wanted, it was to build a strong bond with my son because he was my life.Just then, a strong wind blew the shawl I was using to protect Liam from the cold and I found this odd because the weather didn't give any indications that it was going to rain so I didn't understand where this was coming from.In a sudden rush of

EiraAs I watched Aunt Meg approaching the hut, a sense of concern and confusion welled up within me. Her usually vibrant and sprightly demeanor had been replaced by a disheveled and bruised appearance. It was as if she had been through a violent ordeal. I couldn't help but wonder what could have happened to her to leave her in such a distressing state.Aunt Meg, with her graying hair and warm smile, had always been a pillar of strength to me, I had never seen her looking so vulnerable and hurt. My heart sank, and my thoughts raced, trying to make sense of this unexpected and unsettling sight.As she drew closer, I could see the bruises on her arms and face, and her clothes were torn in places. I knew that I had to ask her about what had transpired, but the words stuck in my throat. It was hard to fathom how someone as kind and caring as Aunt Meg could have ended up in a situation like this.My confusion deepened as she reached the doorstep, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and exha

EiraThe more I stood there, thinking about everything, I knew that I needed to turn around and bring an end to this madness. I didn't like being scared this way and whoever did this was surely going to feel my wrath. I wasn't in the mood at all and I hated to think that the person doing this was purposely doing this because why was it at this moment that the person had the mind to do this. It was very annoying as well as disgusting because Liam needed saving and I didn't have time to engage in any of this."Whoever you are, I suggest you stop it because I am not in the mood for your games." I snapped.My anger was reaching a whole new level now and i knew that anytime soon, i would burst out and every time i was angry, i tended to say things that i would regret and i hated that because it meant that i won't be able to take my words back. Now, i was in a dicey situation because i didn't know if this person was a killer or a good person and if i lost it in front of a killer, i knew tha

EiraI thought of what to do and in that moment, the truth was that I was bereft of ideas. I was more than scared because I didn't want anything to happen to Aunt Meg. She meant the world to me and if I ever allowed her to go just like that, I would never be able to forgive myself. There were so many things I hadn't yet talked to her about, so many things that we ought to discuss and with the way she was, it seemed like there was no way out of this. I didn't want to believe the worst but it seemed like Aunt Meg was struggling to take her last breath. There was no fight left in her and with each passing moment, it seemed like she lost her will to live."Aunt Meg, please don't give up. Please, I'll go get the help that we need." I begged.I needed to talk to her before she finally lost the will to live and I needed to keep her talking if I wanted to help get the needed medications. As I stood there, thinking of what to do, I was more than scared because I didn't want anything to happen