Chapter 36

• Madam Rhoda’s eyes furrowed as she glanced at her daughter and the heap of leaves at the other corner. She had never seen her daughter this serious since she brought her back to the Silver Crust pack house.
• “Uhm… Annabelle, your mother is not in the heap of rubbish. I’m right here, okay?” She tried to embrace her, but Annabelle pushed her away.
• Sobbing bitterly, Annabelle walked closer to the heap of leaves, still pointing at it. “Anna’s mommy is in the heap.”