Elouise’s POV
“So,” Mildred said, as I sat down next to her at the wake that was being held in the packhouse.
“So,” I mimicked, releasing the long breath I didn’t realise I was holding. This is awkward.
“You want to know what happened between your mother and me?” Mildred asked as I shrugged my shoulders. I do, but if Mildred doesn’t want to tell me, she doesn’t have to. I’m still trying to figure out who she reminds me of. The moment they said she was my grandmother, I thought it may have been Mum; but I don’t think that is the case. “For me to answer that, I need to tell you about my story.”
“Sarah said that she thinks you went through something similar to what she did,” I mumbled as Mildred nodded her head slightly, indicating it was.
“And what Victoria went through,” Mildred added,
