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“Why did you move out of his house?”
“One of my biggest issues was the fear of being alone. That’s why I got into some really shitty relationships. Once we worked on that, I healed and was ready to live on my own. Being alone no longer scares me like it once did.”
“That’s good to hear. Tell me about Luna,” he said.
“She’s ten years old with long brown hair and brown eyes. She’s a wonderful little girl. She has an angelic voice and loves to sing.” I smiled. “She isn’t shy and loves to explore the world. Ophelia looks after her.”
“The one who is like a gourmet chef?”
“Yes. And she can clean like nobody’s business.”
“That’s why your apartment is so meticulous.” He smirked.
“Yeah.” I breathed out a laugh. “She has OCD. When she feels I’m not doing a good enough job, she fronts and takes over.”
“Sounds like Sam and Shaun.” He chuckled. “They’d get along great. What does she look like?”
“She’s around forty years old, has longer black hair and green eyes. She also has an English accent.”
“Seriously?” His brow arched.
“Yep.”
“What about Seraphina?”
“She’s the gatekeeper of the system. She has this beautiful platinum-white hair and brown eyes. She ensures everything inside is in order and that the others front when needed. She’s the one responsible for keeping the traumatic memories away from me. If I start to have a small memory, a wall instantly goes up, and I can’t remember anything else.”
“How old is she?” he asked.
“She’s infinite and doesn’t have an age.”
CHAPTER15
Grayson
As I sat across and listened to her describe each of the different people living inside her, the only thing I could think about was how beautiful she was and how something stirred inside me every time she smiled.
The sliding door opened, and when I looked over, Ella walked in.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had anyone over,” she said as she walked over to the island and set down the book I’d lent her.
“Hey, Ella. It’s okay.” I smiled. “I’d like you to meet Ava. Ava, this is Ella. She’s Nathan’s daughter.”
“Hi, Ella. It’s nice to meet you.” Ava extended her hand with a smile.
“It’s nice to meet you too. You’re the one with dissociative identity disorder, right?”
“Um, Ella—” I said.
“It’s okay, Grayson,” Ava spoke. “Yes, I do have dissociative identity disorder.”
“That’s cool. I’ve studied it. In case Grayson didn’t tell you, I’m a genius and studied the brain and heart. I’ve sat in on brain, open-heart, and orthopedic surgeries with my uncles. I’ve also sat in on a couple of my dad’s reconstructive surgeries. I’m in high school now and taking advanced college courses. I’m also an artist. I’d love to show you my paintings someday.”
“Wow. You truly are a special little girl.” The corners of Ava’s mouth curved upward.
“Nothing gets past me.” Ella grinned.
“Freya, one of my alters, is also an artist. She paints beautiful pictures and sells them at an art gallery downtown.”
