When Stela awakened again, she found herself lying on her bed.
Beside the bed was a large French window, through which she saw rain pouring down from the dark sky and washing over the glass to blur the whole outside world.
"Stela, you're finally awake!"
Hearing the familiar voice, she smiled softly. "Mrs. Moorsum, why are you here?"
Mrs. Moorsum was a keen gardener serving the Williams's.
She walked up to the bed with a warm bowl of soup and looked sad for Stela. "If I hadn't come, no one would have known that you fainted. Here you are. This is red date soup. Good for your health."
Stela struggled to sit up, took the bowl, and slowly sipped the soup.
"Stela, what's up with you? When I helped you change your clothes, I found blood all over your body. Are you injured?"
With a faint s
