Racheal and Steffan maintained silence for a few minutes. She glanced at him through the mirror. He was looking at her, waiting, expectant.

She looked away and sighed.

“My mother disappeared, really. I don’t know where she was buried.” She said, picking up her belongings and returning to their bedroom to wear her dress.

Steffan followed her not long after.

“Why?” He asked, when he came in.

“You remember my step-mother?” She asked, thinking about the day she told him how ...