She was pressing her small frame against the woman next to her and when I lifted my gaze all I could see was that it wasn't Ophelia, it wasn't her mother who walked her in here.

The woman wore a grim expression, she looked like a younger Mrs. Smith with a deep frown that had formed wrinkles around her lips. Her auburn hair was dry and bristly, held back with a thick green pin.

Kiera was watching us with her bunny held close and her eyes rounded and big, brimming with innocence ...