Selene
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to people recognizing me on the street, as if I’m some sort of celebrity rather than a girl who spent 8 years alone in a basement with no one for company but my trapped wolf. Now it’s impossible for me to go anywhere without being recognized.
Even now, as rain falls in sheets around me and I’m bundled up against the crisp chill of the autumn air, walking down the street is a veritable minefield. Half of the people who stop me merely wish to offer me congratulations on the new baby, but the other half pepper me with questions about Bastien’s whereabouts.
I’ve almost reached the hospital when a reporter catches me, running forward with a microphone and camera crew in tow. “Selene, I’m Katrina Davies from the Evening Standard, do you have a moment t
