(Harper)
I walked with Margret toward the woman as the bottom of the stairs, she had blonde hair the reminded me very much of Camden. Her eyes looked past us, not truly seeing us. She was blind, she reached a hand out into the air in between us.
I put my other hand up to flatten her palm against mine. Her soft face turned into a smile.
"I do wish they would have brought you here when you arrived, but Wyatt is…protective of me, wanted to make sure you wouldn't cause harm…" I turned our palm touch into a light hand hold.
"How do I know you?" She blinked a couple times and her hand pulled from mine, to my face. I held still as she mapped the planes of my cheeks, the soft tilt of my eyes, and ridge to my eyebrows.
