Her big olive-green eyes looked up at me. “Who was real?” I asked. She swallowed. “No one.” “Althea?” She shook her head. “You said seven.” “Althea. Duke. Poppy. Willow. Uncle Toad. Cousin Imogen.” “That’s six.” She hesitated. “Catherine,” I prompted. “Mama,” she blurted out. “Mama is the seventh.” She leaned against my shoulder, and I pulled her into me, holding her tight as she sobbed.
Hey! So I didn’t see any of this coming! 😗✌🏽
