The ashes of what you once were

Chris frowned slightly and stepped up behind Winnie. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft.

Winnie smiled faintly and took Chris’s hand. “Nothing,” she said. Her gaze slipped down to the photograph that was burning to ash in his fireplace. As the last of it crumpled in on itself, he caught a glimpse of her master – the man who had raised her and taught to be a cat burglar. This was the last remnant of her former life.

He gave her a shocked look, but she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “That’s the past,” she said. There was finality in her tone.


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