Emma woke up feeling depressed. She was having this kind of a feeling from the past two days. He had rejected her proposal and that part stung. She didn't know why that feeling had multiplied by a hundred times today when it should have ebbed. What was happening to her? She felt like she should rather die.
She realized that now she had no chance to escape. Lazarus was going to cast her soul out and he would stop at nothing.
It was her birthday today. Nothing really happened on her previous birthdays. Her parents never celebrated it. Avice would rather make her work in the kitchen the whole day while her father was least interested.
