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She closes her sketchpad, places it on the rock beside her, and moves forward, letting her legs dangle over the side. She curls her fingers around the edge of the rock and stares down at me. “I might be really crappy at drawing, and then you would have wasted your money.” Technically, I wouldn’t be wasting my money. It’d be my parents’, but I don’t want to tell her that I’m a rich kid. It might put her off. Evie clearly works for her money. I’m getting that from the logo on her shirt, which I can now see that it says Grady’s Surf Shack. I don’t want her to think that I’m a self-entitled brat.

Mom clutched at Maia's arm like it was her last lifeline, tears streaming down her face as her voice cracked with desperation. "Maia, how exactly did Evie die? Hasn't she always been healthy?" Maia's eyes blazed with disgust, and she roughly shook off Mom's hand. Then, she reached into her bag, pulled out a thick stack of printed chat records, and flung them violently onto the floor in front of them. "See for yourselves!"

Lucas smiles at her. “Food?” Evie asks. We all nod, and she serves us bowls. We got to the couch, and I notice Evie walking a little funny. I pull a blanket out of the cupboard throw it over the leather for her. Then take a second blanket to cover her lap. “I taped Magnum for you,” Joshua says, rewinding the tape. “Thanks man!” I say smiling. “You like this show?” Evie asks. “Josh and I watch it every week,” I tell her.

Damn, he'd been turned-on by older women before, but never one who was one hundred and nineteen. It took another hour of internet digging before he'd pieced together a rough outline of Evie's life. She'd been born here in Charleston to a wealthy family of French descent, the youngest of four children, and had become engaged in 1910 to a French businessman. Sam guessed that the start of the war in Europe had curtailed their marriage - maybe her fiancé had been killed, maybe he'd just gotten caught up in the fighting, but there was no notice of his death in any records Sam could find. Evie's death though - he finally found a more detailed accounting of that in a local guide to haunted houses.

He coughed, a rattling sound that tightened Evie's throat. Curiosity piqued, Evie took the document. It was an official-looking envelope addressed to her, sealed with a wax stamp bearing the Fiore family crest. William squeezed her hand, his grip surprisingly strong. "Open it only when you're ready, Evie. It holds a secret, a part of our family history you never knew about."

Eva reluctantly nodded her head and thanked the kind lady. "Thank you aunt Daisy. Now I will take my leave" Eva said softly and was about to leave when Daisy stopped her. "Wait a minute" she said and bent down to retrieve a shopping bag. Eva looked at Daisy curiously. "Here, this is for you" Daisy extended the shopping bag towards Eva. Even though Eva never got a chance to wear brand new branded clothes, she is well aware of the expensive brands out there in the market. The shopping bag Mrs Herman extending towards her has the logo of a very expensive brand. The clothes and accessories from this brand are limited edition and expensive.

we both dismissed I fixed and painted my nails a nude colour and Evie painted hers. I added extensions to my hair and stretched it. We decided to stop by the mall also. Melissa left to take care of something. I guessed Tess had found out but decided not to say anything. We got to the mall and I bought some clothes, mostly for Evie. I bought dolls and many other things for her. We were currently in the spitball area and Evie wanted to get in and she did while I watched her. "Evie is your daughter," she stated. "And she's Kel's right?"

When the door shut, I sank into the couch. The silence wasn’t heavy this time. It was gentle. For the first time in days, I let myself breathe. When they returned, Eva came bouncing in with a bag full of books and a paper crown on her head. “Mama! We got a story about a fox queen!” She raced to me and pulled out a folded piece of paper. A drawing. It was a new one..me in a long gown, Eva with her plush, and Xavier with a cape and a picture of a super hero beside her. Drake. Above them, a sun and three stars. At the bottom, in large scribbled letters: My Family.

She replied. “ Um, It sure took you ages to reply to me. ” Evie pouted. “ At least she replied. ” Joseph retorted. “ Whatever. ” She rolled her eyes at him. Their orders arrived barely five minutes later and they began eating. “ By the way, Evie. When will your Dad and brother get back from their trip? Mira inquired. “ Next week, I guess. ” Evie said with a pout. “ How I wish, Evans was here to see you pout. He would have known that though his girlfriend seems very strong and independent. She's actually like a little child inside. ”

I entered Evie’s room last, and tears welled up in my eyes again. Her little shoes were still under the bed. Her coloring book was open on the desk, the picture she was colouring was half-finished. It was a picture of a wolf family. Three wolves. A mother, a father, and a pup. I traced my fingers over it with a watery smile, my lips trembled. Her handwriting was messy, but I recognized it. She had scribbled names over each of the wolves. Mommy. Daddy. Me. A memory flashed through my mind.