Under The Twilight Moon

Daphne put on a brave face in public because she had to be strong for her children, but not only was she a mother, she was also a widow who needed to mourn, who had to find some way to purge the bitterness she felt toward her husband’s abandonment, though she knew in her heart the fault rested on cruel fate.

So, each evening, once the twilight moon had risen to prominence and the family had been tucked in, Daphne found herself by the lake that ran behind the house, her tears mixing with the mist that rolled off the water as she clutched her umbrella to shield herself from the utter silence and aloneness that descended on her like a condemnation.

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