There had been a week since my escape, and I couldn't have been happier.
Now, not only did I know quite a bit about clothes, but my job at the restaurant allowed me to gather good tips, enough to ease the burden of the bills I was paying. Yet, despite my good spirits, every night I had dreamed about the twins. In my dreams, both were eagerly searching for me, and every morning I woke up with a new pain in my chest.
Gea remained true to her promise, and I hadn't heard anything from her. Not that I would ever admit it, but I was starting to miss her annoying voice in my head. Some days, when I felt particularly down, I tried to reach out to Gea. I let my thoughts fumble in the dark corners of my mind, searching for any trace of her, but then it was as if she slipped away from my grasp, a
