D10// Ileana Snow [WIP]

Before my sister left home, she left me a book full of fairy tales and told me it was a way to always remember her. I read it every night, and now the pages are worn and tattered, I can tell you every word, recite every story but it never brought her home to me. The leather bound book was beautiful within it's own rights, wherever she had found it, it was more than likely expensive - worth way more than any gift should be. This home was not one for gifts, more so cowering in the corners and wishing that this all could be over. A book of stories was a form of getting away.

Scrawled along the first page of the book was a note, "Dear Ileana, I have to leave. I'll be at the Orchards, I'll see you soon. Jordan." This is all I have to remember her by.