Blake
I’d tossed and turned all night that night, my mind wandering back to the woman I’d caught a glimpse of in the foyer. From what I had seen, it had been like looking at a mirror image of Raven—from her green eyes to her auburn locks— and to be honest, it had been very jarring. So much so in fact I almost called out to her as if I’d of asked Raven what she was doing playing around in a nurse’s outfit.
Is this where the missing sister that Raven refuses to discuss anymore has run off to? I asked myself as the sun started to peek through the windows. It had been weeks of Raven being off her game after her sister’s escape. Her moods had become quite unpredictable, and it wasn’t uncommon to find her crying in her room, only for her to quickly stop when she’d seen me watching her.
Her
