Prologue
"Amelia?..." A white haired man in the floral retro chair quietly asked the old crouched female sitting in the chair across the room. He stroked his chin waiting for an answer. The woman looked at her husband then looked back down to her shaking, old hands.
"Ye-yes Henry?" The frail woman asked. She knew what was he was going to say next.
"You know what we have to leave this place. The crops are failing and we are running out of money. We won't be able to pay the taxes in a month." Henry said, once again rubbing his chin on the grey haired stubble, "We have to leave in a week..."
"I know."
"I'm sorry."He apologized.
"It's fine, I will start packing. The woman walked away into the hallway. The man rubbed his head in annoyance. And started feeling guilty, he got up to apologize. He walked next to the cracked doorway and heard his wife crying. He decided to walk away to avoid making it worse.
"I am sorry my love but it has to be this way..."
