“Saving and sacrifice; without the one, the other cannot be done”
“Saving and sacrifice; without the one, the other cannot be done”Lapaccia could not bear the waiting. A pernicious knowing burned in her throat, raw from her coughing, sweat beading on her creased brow. She whirled from the window; the decision made.
Placing a veil upon her pinned locks and donning a simple, light camlet upon her shoulders, Lapaccia rushed from home.
She escaped her own palazzo, sight unseen by any servant. The triumph of the moment fled with its reality. She had never walked a street without someone—family member, friend, or servant—by her side. She felt so small even as each step struck the stones harder.
Turning west, it touched her…the malice crackling in the air like lightning. Lapaccia berated hers
