She continued to stare through the window into the deep green of the woods at the spot where Nicolo had left her and the tree under which she had stood when she had pleaded with him without avail. How utterly quiet everything seemed. Surely this day was evil, for it had brought double misery and broken her heart. Was it her destiny to enter a convent; to be encased again within suffocating walls, never-ending vigils, and the ceaseless tolling of bells? Even that was better than being Umberto's wife.
Excerpt from The Novice
Copyright Mirella Patzer 2013