Sarah almost fell, but fortunately, her hands hit the ground first, supporting her body.

"Are you Eric's wife?"

A slightly aged voice came from above her.

Sarah lifted her head and saw an older woman, about sixty, sitting in an armchair, her face stern and dressed in fine clothes.

Before Sarah could say anything, a gust of wind blew past.

Smack.

A harsh slap landed on Sarah's cheek.

The woman had struck Sarah hard across the face.

Almost ...