Whisper Of Souls: A Prophecy Of The Sisters Novella - Plot & Excerpts
Her night wanderings did not make the voices stop. Not really. They simply distracted her enough to let them fade into the corners of her mind. As she made the effort to put one foot in front of the other, to step carefully on the floorboards lest they should squeak, the whispering became a backdrop to her movements instead of the all-consuming distraction—the all-consuming temptation—that it usually was. She made her way down the hall, past the door to Thomas’s bedchamber, and stopped outside the closed door to the nursery. She hesitated before turning the knob and stepping into the room. It was not that she didn’t wish to see the baby. She did. But she was filled with such pain, such regret, when she looked down at his tiny body, already broken though he was too young to have taken a single step. Still, it was only in the dark of night that she could truly look at him. In repose, he could have been any other infant.
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