A fifty odd year-old man stood up as he slammed the table. "What do you mean by that?! Are you saying my sister deserved to die?!"

"What about me then? Am I deserving of my wounds? I shouldn't protect myself? Also, that man Danny stabbed, did he deserved that as well?" Madelyn was about to lose her temper. Moreover, it was not like the deceased's side was at the right, and it was not as if she was disrespecting the dead. She was just stating the facts of the matter.

They had been born in the sixties and seventies, an era that lacked education. Moreover, they were rural villagers with little knowledge of the law, so such things were simply incomprehensible to them.

That was what Madelyn had thought, but it did not mean she was painting broad strokes. Her grandmother too lived in a rural village, and in that age, keeping themselves fed was itself an issue, much less being literate. It only took her grandfather a few sacks of grain to wed her grandmother.

Her grandmother had married