Serena was unable to utter a single word as she sat upright within this bed, staring at this woman who seemed to evade death at the hands of Charles, Larry-and any of their shared foes. And despite the fact she wore a look of deep pain beneath her eyes, Marguerite was in rather impeccable condition. With everything Serena had read within the journal; countless beatings that would leave scars, pain that should have altered her gait, and enough emotional trauma to last a lifetime, she seemed nearly unphased by any of it. Serena was envious of how Marguerite was able to remain so strong as Serena had only endured about a third of what her journal recorded as a part of her own personal history.
“Perhaps we should begin with the truth as it is something we have both been denied....” She spoke
