Younger Alice pov
I stared out at the lake with a deep sigh, my little sister Gemma sitting in front of me humming softly. Quietly I stared down at her, her long silky dark gray hair was a mirror to mine, along with our light violet eyes. I’ve been told by a few adults we looked just like our mama did, but I don’t remember her much. I was only eight when she died, shortly after Gemma was born. It was a heart attack I was told, and I nodded my head and kept quiet but I knew it wasn’t a heart attack, I knew it was my daddy.
As much as I barely remember mama, I remember her cowering in a corner begging him to stop beating her. I remember her tears pouring down her face and falling into my hair as she covered me with her body, telling him she’d do better, try harder. That was not too long a
