Faded Views

Anna’s POV

The sterile smell of the hospital still clung to me as I walked through the hallways. After what happened with Mark, I should have been worried about being late again, but I couldn't care less.

My mind was consumed with worry and fear for my daughter as I walked to the kitchen, hoping no one had noticed my tardiness.

I made my way through the hallway and overheard the maids whispering amongst themselves. Intrigued, I moved closer and overheard them conversing about Laura.

‘Laura…Laura?” I quickly delved into my head trying to remember where I’d heard that name before. Then it hit me - ‘The picture!’

“She was so beautiful,” one of the maids said with emotion “And such a sweet soul.”

My curiosity grew as I leaned closer to the kitchen door, straining to hear more.

The staff’s reluctance to speak openly about her only deepened my curiosity. Who was this woman, and why did she affect Mark so much?

I remember how furious he was yesterday when he saw me holding her picture, and