EVA LEVESQUE
The parka was too long for me. Nadia said it belonged to one of the men since hers was too short for me. The ruffled hem of the parka reached down my ankles when it was only supposed to be slightly below the knee. The collar also reached up to my chin and my hands weren’t visible anymore. The oversized coat did not bother me though. It was a little heavy but the was comfortable and warm.
“You look beautiful in our clothes,” she paused, realizing something and looking up to me, “I do not know your name.”
“Eva,” I quickly answered, “my name is Eva.”
She smiled sweetly at me.
“Eva,” she repeated, “the living.”
“What?” I asked.
“Your name means the living. Life, giver of life.” She said. “your name is as beautiful as you.”
The giver of life huh? I looked down and starred
