Rachel's POV

Joyce blinked before giving me a small smile. " Something tells me that you don't know what I think you know".

My brows furrowed in confusion.

" What do you think I know?" I asked leaning closer to her.

"Before I answer that, who did you think visited you?" She asked instead with a look of curiosity.

I brought my hand to my hair, scratching it a little before shrugging. " You might not know them," I said and she immediately scoffed.

"Yup, we are not talking about the same people". She announced snapping her hands.

My confusion deepened. " What do you mean? Fine, you said three,...