Chapter 167 A Promise Ii

• Agnes POV
• The soft red of the sun penetrated through the windows to sufficiently light up Eunice as she cried. The woman was so tortured that the feeling radiated off her like a living entity – oppressive and stifling. My heart squeezed in my chest painfully as if someone had taken a rope and was twisting it, then twisting some more.
• We were alone in her room; there was nothing but the crackling from the fireplace and the regular sound of the clock on the wall. The room, in which she and I used to live felt like a cage, a confinement with every passing second.