Truth was, the only reason she moved out was because of the sunlight shining through the window. In her old house, it was like her mother was addicted to melancholy. She wanted a change. Needed one. Slowly, she grabbed her book of the shelf and flipped open to a page. Sitting on the arm chair by the window, she gingerly traced the spine of the book. But it was not the only reason and she knew that it was no point telling lies to herself. She needed to deal with the fact that anyone of her family could come here now that Mark Sanders had come to know about her whereabouts and that she was not going to leave with any one of them.
The book was old and perfectly fit for this time. The sun was just beginning to set and the beautiful bright color seemed to contributing to the natural light. She
