It was the last day of Ambrose’s life and I still not get any clue about the death of Duncun’s unborn baby. Mother already declined it.
“ouch…” My hands got burned. I was immersed in my thoughts that I forgot about the pot being hot. The fresh tender red meat, that’s what I prepared for Ambrose today. She told me she like it when we were in that small hut. I stirred it and packed it into wooden box.
I walked to the prison when the guards left for lunch. I stepped inside. As usual Ambrose was facing the wall, As soon as I opened the door, she turned back.
“You came. Didn’t you find the woman whose that earring belonged to?” She asked me with confused face. Her face was extreme dull. She hardly able to eat anything as she was extremely tensed. Sometimes the water in the pot got empty and
