“What’s that?” Steffan asked, gesturing to the bag in Racheal's hand.

She looked down, remembering the bag in her hand.

She locked eyes with Steffan, and handed it to him.

Danna Sherrod was all smiles.

“It’s a healing cream for her scars.” Danna Sherrod said.

Racheal watched her. The woman was far from the confident authoritative woman she was used to seeing.

Her voice, posture and whole attitude was patronising, and it was almost ugly to look at, especially if you knew ...