Perfectly Flawless: Freya Mayer’s Perspective

After their mother… well, I don’t think this place is really doing any good for all of us after all, is my point. How could it be any other way?”
Megan put the book down. For a while neither of them spoke. Holding Megan up, she shook her and then held her eyelids open, looking at her pupils. “That’s like one of Flora’s stories,” Megan said. Then she pulled the blanket up so that only her shiny blue eyes peeped over it. She noticed his hands and took hold of them, turning them over. “It couldn’t have been. When he spoke he looked at them, not her. “Oh. But instead of saying that she just nodded. “There’s no—”
“You can’t really just be leaving me here in the middle of all this? I’m alone and scared, and I need you. They don’t pay attention. “And it’s called ‘Rowland,’ just like us. It took some time. What would he do if he saw her licking it off her fingers