Extended Epilogue
Thirteen Years Later
“Honestly, Mollie.” Aileen blew a grey streak of hair from her face, scowling as her sister continued fidgeting in her chair. “I cannae finish yer braid if ye keep squirmin’ like that!”
Thirteen Years Later
“Honestly, Mollie.” Aileen blew a grey streak of hair from her face, scowling as her sister continued fidgeting in her chair. “I cannae finish yer braid if ye keep squirmin’ like that!”