MILDRED

MOTH TO A FLAME

I chuckled by the window which held the elegant view of the well-tended garden, staring out at the two chipmunks as they attempted to sneak down from the birches. They were cloaked in fear of being spotted and they were adorable to look at.

They tend to entertain me that morning. It was a little over one week now since Enid had vehemently warned me to stay behind his closed doors. Where I was to pine away until the hundredth day of our marriage.

I had obliged. Some days, I had my meals here and it was just on three occasions had he invited me...