Craving My Stepson
I said softly, “what was she like?”
He leaned back in his chair, gazing distantly, and thoughtful. “Her name was Elise. She was… quiet. Reserved. Kind in a way that didn’t draw attention. She was like a fictional princess. She was obsessed with animals, loved the garden especially the lilies. She was understanding, humble, patient... she was an angel.”
I listened carefully, memorizing every word.
“She wasn’t very social,” he continued. “Didn’t care for parties or travel. She preferred things simple.”