CHAPTER THREE
In winter, the light of the day has already faded at four o’clock in the afternoon in Ontario. The gloom of the sky oppresses practically everybody, and moods start changing.
‘No wonder the depression skyrockets during the winter months,’ Ariel mumbled, carefully climbing down the flight of stairs to the street, dissatisfied with the sudden obscure.
Ariel loved the sun and the light of the day, even if it was filtered through tree leaves or curtains hanging at windows. Winter didn’t hold any charm for her. It usually meant a bout of flu, sliding on the pavement, and wearing heavy clothes.
At the bottom of the steps, the woman also took care to throw a long glance along the street, verifying every shadow in sight. Her eyes swept every bush and cranny carefully.
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