The Inferno's Claim

oom where the only source of light was the gentle rays of sunlight reflecting through the ti

n across the soft pillows, a stark

deep slumber. Her heart was pounding as though she ca

she was back in her bedroom. A slight frown graced her smooth and youthful

amt of all that happened

pounding in her head was too loud to ignore. Her re

extent. And she was certain it had something to do wit

ome, though?' Sh

back before I compl

just her imagination. Otherwise, how else could she explain how she had m

y because she didn't want them worrying a

wled out of bed. So much for her much-anticipated 16th bi

s her memory so disorganized? Why is it that sh

happen again in the future. For the time being, she will push back all the negativity that her

t being the case, she should try to get a littl

e antic golden alarm clock she'd received from her father for her fifteenth

y because she wasn't required to be at w

d down and soon dr

-

hen her eyes flut

tered open aga

ch, she knew she needed to eat something qu

d significantly, much to her relief. So Genova g

was sitting alone on the kitchen co

y!" Mary smiled war

iss her mother on the cheek. "I hope you got a good night'

could say the same about yours; I came to inform

y what had happened or if her parents were aware of anything. But looking at her mother right now, the woman appeare

sit while I fix you something to eat." Mary signaled her

mmed and sat dow

ured a pinkish-reddish liquid into it. "Her

ld you how wond

I'm always happy to

her lips and sipped the hot liquid. Her ey

ng abilities, Mom. No one can beat you in these, I te

most important people in my life. And, as they say, "the best way to a

ays came off annoying to her mom whenever he ate, flashed through Genova's mind.

at head of yours. The fact that you immediately started laughin

me too w

ated while walking back to the dining table with a

a soup spoon and began digging into her food. But as she did s

dad?" Sh

Should be bac

ng more as her attentio

tapping the table with her finge

nusual behavior. "Is there anything bother

ile her mind wandered away. She forced a smile with, "Nothing to be c

k the soup bowl and gulped the liquid

owing her mom the empty soup bo

in Wooddale." She went on to say, "You are aware that your chances of finding a good job ar