Chapter 13 Auction At His House Ii

• Her breath caught in her throat as the house came in to view. Big, serenely gracious, it was a picture- book homestead painted white with a grey roof. To her horror and alarm, Miya's eyes filled with strange, lost tears, so that she had to blink furiously and furtively as they approached the front door.
• She felt a deep connection with the place, as though she had come home. Emotions she had thought long conquered stirred deep inside her. The childish yearning for security, for beauty, stability and peace, everything she had longed for while growing up was here in this house, owned by the man who threatened her composure.
• Terrified at the thought of revealing just how much it affected her, Miya asked, "how old is this beautiful building?".