The walk between the church and Tyson's home was not long. After all, the vicarage where Alison lived was next to the church, and Tyson's home was beside that. However, although she walked briskly, driven forward by her anger at being told to do something she didn't want to, it still gave Alison time to think. What really ground her gears was how the parishioners still didn't really accept or respect her as the vicar's wi...

The following morning, Alison spent a very long time in the bathroom, not getting ready, but just staring at her reflection, both hands leaning on the sink. She didn't look any different. Well, there were bags under her eyes, but that was because it had been so difficult to sleep. However, even if she did not look it, she felt completely overwhelmed. She could not shift from her mind the image of kneeling on Tyson's carpe...