[Elvira's POV]
Emma was filled with excitement as she chattered on relentlessly. However, I did not hear a single word she said. Who are you? Why are you so mysterious? I was consumed by my own thoughts.
"You need to hold onto him firmly so that you can escape your current miserable life. Haven't you spent enough time in that house? It's time you thought for yourself!" Emma always counseled me like this. She only hoped for the best for me, but was that what I wanted?
She did have a point. I was desperate to escape the so-called "home" that always left me feeling sick and disgusted. Whenever my vicious aunt and her underhanded son went out by car, I always found myself praying internally that they would die in a car accident. I wanted them to never return again.
