Emma

I spent the rest of my evening with thoughts of Jezebel and Isaiah. Two people I’d never met. I would guess that technically, I’d met Jezebel, but my memory of her didn’t exist. I began wondering more about them.

What did they look like?

Did I look like either of them?

Another thought came to me in my musings; I began to think about Kyle. The information I’d received upon my parents’ death was that I had been ...