LOGINElla’s POVMy mind was still reeling when I arrived home an hour later. I kept thinking back to Anthony and Tony’s sudden change in behavior; they were always so kind and welcoming that the fact they had closed the door in my face left me completely taken aback.However, by the time I returned home,
I found Tony hunched over the lab table when I descended, poring over a bunch of instruments I didn’t recognize. He and Anthony launched into a very detailed explanation of what they were doing, but if I was being honest, none of it really made any sense to me; it just went in one ear and out the ot
Ella’s POVI tried not to let the tears fall as I hastily wiped off the fake wrinkles and rosy cheeks, but a few slipped out anyway. They landed in streams down my face, one after the other, muddying the makeup that I had spent so long perfecting this morning.The bathroom door behind me suddenly bu
“And what’s your name, little boy?” Alexander asked in a lower, richer voice than usual.“Jimmy!”“It’s nice to meet you, Jimmy. What do you want to find under the tree this year? Have you been a good boy?” Behind Jimmy, his mother nodded and smiled, pulling out her phone to take a picture.Jimmy ta
Ella’s POVAlexander and I visited every location on Jane’s list. The responses were much the same as the soup kitchen: they didn’t trust me. Half of them didn’t even trust Alexander by extension. Some even said we were both untrustworthy and that Brian was right in his campaign to get Alexander out
“You’ll find a list of potential volunteering opportunities on page seven,” Jane said, flipping to that page in her packet herself. “Soup kitchens, clothing drives, charity shops, that sort of thing. If you have any other ideas, I’m open to them.”I flipped to the page and scanned the list. Toward t







