#Chapter130

Noticing

Third person p.o.v.

The little girl blinked at least twice to be sure she was awake and not still dreaming, but the environment still looked the same.

An old creaked sofa directly opposite her line of sight, a few wooden stools scattered here and there, torn curtains and dusty shelves.

Louisa could swear that this was a set for a movie, and the shadow cast nature of the room wasn't helping matters.

She used her hands to elevate herself from the cushion she was placed upon, and she may have used a little too much force because the moment her tiny hands came in contact with the plushy...