Harlow/Ilaria
“All done,” Layla says, and I realize I’m staring rudely at Grace, but I can’t keep my eyes off of her. She looks uncannily like my Grace from back in the mines and I find it bizarre that her name is Grace, too and her mother's name is Layla. “Are you okay?” Layla asks, and I nod, tearing my eyes away from her daughter. She must think I'm a creep.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry for staring at you like that Grace, it’s just that you remind me of someone. Her name was also Grace, and she was beautiful, just like you, inside and out. She was there during the darkest time of my life,” I say the last part, looking back at Grace, realizing I at least owe her an explanation for making her feel uncomfortable and she smiles before asking me where Grace is now.
“She died,” I reply, feeling a
