I Remember Everything

(Neva’s POV)

I found her in the kitchen.

The faint sound of pots and pans clattering over the voices of the women couldn’t even drown out Sloane’s voice.

She stood in the center of the kitchen; her clothes, a voluminous gown, were too extravagant, too out of place in such a place.

She stood out like a sore thumb, and from the uneasy movement and tension in the kitchen, it was clear she wasn't the