Seth sighed and left the room to his new workshop where he worked with Clay, making pottery items.
Anna followed him and stared at him working. it was mesmerising, how he was manipulating the wet clay while it was on a Wheel.
At first, it was just a chunk of clay, then as the wheel rotated and his palms controlling, it began to become like a cup before he put his finger inside and made it bulge, now like a vase and after other control, it was like a long bottle.
Anna leaned close to him and whispered, "Saviour!" Seth cringed but refused to respond to her.
His mom though was in the laundry, she brought the white long slip he wore that day and checked it. There was blood dyeing it and on some parts, the chest side, in particular, it has bloody palm prints of a child.
Sarah leaned on the wall, confused, and shocked and she doesn't know what she can think. Strong arms wrapped around her which gave her support.