Broken Beginnings: Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty-Two:

I looked at the papers in front of me, faded and brittle from years upon years of being stored, now I was once again working on Bubbe’s story. A story that needed to be told.

The place smelled of death, burning flesh, and of despair, some say despair does not have a smell, but it does, it smells of death, decay and sickness.