Chapter 22

Fontana took a deep breath.

Domzkie's astonishing but miserable experiences keep circling within her mind especially that he doesn't know who were the murderers.

"Me too."

She whispered.

Domzkie slowly turned his sight to Fontana. He had heard Fontana whispered but he didn't hear what she had whispered. He looks at her for a moment then turns his sight back to the flame.

After about half of an hour, they are all driven to slumber. The flame was slowly diminishing for the wind was swaying it back and forth. The night was exquisite for deep sleep for it was like there was music that was being composed and performed for them. Music was made up of sounds from different insects within the woods and the wind was swaying it too to make perfect harmony.