Chapter 100 ✮⋆˙ 100 ˙⋆✮

The nickname froze me harder than any gun could have, because it belonged to a dead woman, a locked past, and someone who should not exist.

Little Leni.

My mother’s voice had owned that name. She used it when I scraped my knee, when she tucked my hair behind my ear before charity dinners, when she...