Chapter 18: What Next?

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌⁠Sylvia laid her head down on her pillow, believing that this night would be the longest, saddest she had ever known. But before she had time to sigh for sleep it wrapt her in its comfortable arms, and held her till day broke. Sunshine streamed across the room, and early birds piped on the budding boughs that swayed before the window. But no morning smile saluted her, no morning flower awaited her,