((tomorrow = joker abduction!))
“Ok tomorrow’s my birthday!”
She reiterated a smile of childish glee spreading across her face. Reaching out to playfully graze her fingers along a miniature palm frond she mentally treasured the idea of a having a ‘birthday’ especially since it meant receiving toys and being with Ivy – someone who would make the bad men go away.
Now more than ever she wanted to hug Ivy. Wanted to wrap her arms around her waist and squeeze as hard as she could, but as warning had it – she couldn’t. Instead she would draw Ivy a picture, something really pretty, nice, somewhat of a surprise.
“Does that mean…”
Looking at the paper in Ivy’s printer, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she constructed the last part of her sentence Eve cleared her throat nervously.