A sacrificial journey

This day had been a long time coming, it was written up on Laura's calender in a bold sacrificial red. The time was now.

Neither the nipping wind creeping under the door, nor the call from her mother earlier that morning could stop this from happening. They had to go. She pulled on her boots hoping that the moment would somehow take them away from this destiny.

As the gate closed behind her she tried to conjure up an excuse, no matter how hard she tried there was none good enough to fool his sharp mind. She didn't want to take him there, her muscles like newly planted trees attempting to take root, almost grounded her to the spot.

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