Ma’am Esther watched Katherine as she got dressed in the room, her eyes glued to her scars. She would glance at Katherine and then bite her lower lip hard.

“Is something wrong, Ma’am Esther? You've been staring at me for a while now, and it's beginning to creep me out!” Katherine said, taking out a dress from the wardrobe.

“Your parents, do you have parents?” Ma’am Esther questioned, and Katherine scoffed.

“Not really. According to the woman who took me in, she found me at the lake in a basket, barely two weeks old,” she said, and Ma’am Esther nodded.

“So… you don't know your real parents,” she raised her...