HEADED FOR EXECUTION

~CELIE’S POV~

With my fingers sliding through my long locks, I stare at my image in the mirror. My own eyes serve as a reflection of my late mother. She’s no longer here, but I feel her breathing through my face and the knowledge she instilled in me. 

“Mother, you’d be so disappointed in me if you were alive that you’d probably disown me,” I lament the dismal turn of events that brought me to Leaden valley. “I wish I had relied on my vision and flown away from Hamilton on the day of my wedding."

As fatuous as it is to be in a brown study about something that cannot be changed, I incontrovertibly cannot stop doing it. The yearning to understand where I had gone wrong in life keeps me stuck in the past. 

Before I’d downright lost myself in my thoughts, a knock on my bed……