“My family is highly messed up and highly dangerous. You’ve met my cousin, Winnie, right? If she even dares to go against them, which she usually does, she ends up locked in a basement. Or in France.” Evie gave the girl a small, sad smile. “Don’t mention it.”
"Now that I can relate to, after all my mother did fake my own death. Winnie? Oh yes, I have. She was quite nice to me, wait what? Oh that's, wow. I mean, France isn't so bad but basements and confined spaces aren't really that great." She lowered her head, memories of her own playing back in her head. "I think this place is turning me into an alcoholic but I, I think I need a drink or two."
















