InsaneJournal

R1

[It was a pomander, once upon a time, and Ella had gotten it from one of her parents' cons when she was just 14. The woman, who hoped for a child of her own, and who thought Ella was going to bear it for her, had learned that the teenager had a love for all things British, and she'd given her the pomander as a gift. The woman had never gotten her baby. Now, the sections were all cleaned out, and she'd slipped papers into each one - tiny, rolled printouts of emails and one note, written in damaged, burnt hand.] Section 1: This Section 2: This Section 3: This Section 4: This Section 5: This is who we are, Daniel. We're different than our tales; we need to be us, not them.