Would it follow her? Could she fight again and win?
Her heart racing, she gently placed her hands on her thighs which had begun to tremble and with a slow deep breath she moved to stand. “Time for tea,” she thought. “Perhaps a slice of lemon chiffon cake.” Smiling, she walked the hallway, adorned with fragrant yellow roses picked that morning. Turning the corner, she glanced at the nearby window and gasped.