They sowed their small, dry fields and desperately hoped something would sprout from their hard work every day.Could someone have found true love in t...ose days? And could love achieve a dominant position in dark times like that at all? And what is true love after all?A dark time can create a dark love. You’ll see it.Chapter 1 – The Haunted MillThe Mill stood on a small stream at the brink of a great forest that stretched many miles to the east. It was an old building, long destroyed by a heavy. ”Jack packed up his tools and closed his tool box. There was a little scrap of wood and he picked that up. He stood there feeling like hell. He said, “I’m sorry that I never got to know you, Penny.”Grabbing his tool box, he headed home. The garage was empty when he reached it. He put down his toolbox and noticed that the light on the coffeepot was on again. He looked out and saw that the cord went over to Claire’s house. He said, “I hope they got her permission to do that.”“They did,” Abby said. I really hoped not. While Mike roared,I cried.A couple of hours later the lights came on again and our cages werewheeled off down a corridor. They were being really careful not to gettoo close to Mike, he was thrashing around and lashing out, trying to getat them through the bars, he had a set of claws on him that put mine toshame. They stopped us at a set of double doors where my cage wasunlocked and I was man handled by two goons. They threw me through thedouble doors where they were quickly. Hopefully one of them would respond, because it could get awkward if it turned out they were not interested at all, and these were the thoughts going through my head, as I walked out my door and up towards the Szabo residence.The front door was open when I got there, but I rapped on the open door frame and Tanya came out and said, “Hey, come in.” She was still in her school uniform, but she was now barefoot, and her pale blue blouse was untucked over her plaid skirt. I followed her inside to.