Chapter Twenty-Three
| emma’s pov | After changing into the dress that ended just below my knees, I sat with Vicky at her counter. The seat I was sitting on earlier was already dry, much to my surprise. Vicky had stacks of thin books on her lap as she started to speak. “Tabitha… was a very nice girl, Emma. Much like you, but there was only one thing different about you two.” “What is it, Vicky?” I asked, the inquisitive side of me coming out. “She was easily ruined by love.” Tabitha was a quiet girl, growing up. She liked to stay in her room, and that really didn’t bother me as much as others were. That’s just how she was. But if there was one thing she loved doing, it was to write. She loved writing stories, creating a book from her own experiences and imagination. Maybe that was the reason why I decid
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