When Mrs. Smith saw me coming to visit Mr. Smith, she treated me like her savior, grabbing my hand and sobbing about her misery.
Annoyed by her whining, I made up an excuse to send her away.
I stood by Mr. Smith's bedside, staring down at him with a pleasant smile.
He glared at me for a long moment, finally sensing that something was terribly off.
"My real name is Luna Jones," I said softly.
Mr. Smith looked at me in utter confusion.
My tone turned sharp, dripping with hatred. "You once asked me how I knew the Smiths started out making slippers."
His eyes clouded with confusion.
I gave him a cold look and picked up an apple, starting to peel it.
"Years ago, the Poisoned Slipper Scandal in Edenborough caused a huge uproar. The toxic chemicals in your factory killed over 30 employee
