Eva's pov
Rain tapped steadily against the small basement window, a soft, endless rhythm that filled the silence.
Eva's eyes fluttered open. She slowly pushed herself up from the thin mattress, her body was still heavy with exhaustion. The room was cold as always and it carried that familiar dampness.
She reached for her glasses, putting it on. She then rose to her feet and strode to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day.
After showering she dressed up in a pair of faded black jeans and white sweater which were hand me downs from Sarah.
Her parents never bought her clothes not even when she was little. She always wore her sisters old clothes. Celeste always treated Eva like an outcast but pampered and cared for her other two daughters. Eva sometimes felt as if sh
