Chapter Two
By the time Evelyn reached home, her anticipation had built to almost unbearable levels. She could hardly wait to take the doll out. It felt like Christmas morning, except in this case, she already knew what was inside her bag.
What she didn't know was what kind of story it had to tell her. As curious as she’d been about the doll and the history she could feel trying to burst out, Evelyn hadn’t wanted to take the time to examine it too closely at the library. Although she knew the emotions and memories weren’t hers, sometimes they were hard to distinguish from her own, which could look a little funny in public.
She used her key to open the door, soothed by the sound of the familiar scratch as it jiggled in the lock. She wasn't expecting her mother until later, even though to
