152 December 2013: Apparition

Once more, Raeliana crumpled her fists in an attempt to conceal her anger. But this time, her knuckles almost turned white because of how tight she had folded her fingers. Even some of her fingernails had dug through the skin of her palms. Withal, the stinging pain that accompanied the scratches was the least of the woman's worries. 

She couldn't find the words to describe how hopeless she felt at that moment. The woman had nothing against someone as influential as Grego. Clearly, she had no choice from the beginning. The instant that she agreed to have a talk with the man -- No, the instant that they decided to pay a visit to her daughter, the faith of her family was already determined. Raeliana was only walking towards a pit filled with embers of false hopes.