Chapter 11- Treason of Fate
Why so angry?
Sunday June 13, 1688
Syed had every intention of taking the truckle bed for the night, allowing the girls to share the solitary bed. But Shannan had snatched the folding nightmare that was supposed to be a mattress as soon as Charles had shown it to them.
“I’ll take this,” she said curtly, pushing it over to the far side of the room, next to the window.
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