Nineteen years, it had been a long time. A really really long time, thought Estelle to herself.
She covered her arms with her fingers and gave herself a gentle rub. Lifting her face to the sky she smiled softly, leaving a tint of sorrow mixed with happiness on the corners of her lips. Despite the sudden emptiness she felt in her heart now that she had let go of her job as the phantom thief, her golden eyes appeared like one of the stars in the sky that was quite solemn tonight.
The slum was unforgiving for children.
