Chapter 3: Family
Lisette stared at him as he sank down onto the bench next to her, eyes glued to her.
Noting the children that were not hiding but sitting out.
And that she wasn't even holding Emmaline.
"I haven't seen you around. I'd thought maybe you'd moved on," Paul said.
"No. I was working," Lisette answered, eyes drifting to the ground. It wasn't like she could come right out and say she was his sister. That would be unbelievable. And ridiculous.
And to be honest, she wasn't sure if she could handle being someone's sister. She was doing good enough to be a mom right now; the thought of being a sister again terrified her. She hadn't been a good sister before.
And if she admitted it, she couldn't leave. She wouldn't be able to run away in the dead of the night if something happened. She'd have someone else there she'd have to stay with to protect from her father. Not her father. The man who kidnapped her.
She didn't know if she had it in her to protect anyone else.
Paul carefully scooped Emmaline up and held her, resting her head against his chest. His eyes once more landed on Lisette's arm that hung limp to one side.
"What happened to your arm?" he asked.
"I'll be fine," Lisette repeated.
"I didn't ask how you would be. I asked what happened," Paul pointed out, offering her a smile as the words left his lips.
"I ran into a girl. Wasn't looking where I was going. I hurt my arm when I fell," Lisette admitted.
"You could benefit from a stroller, you know. That way you wouldn't have to carry them around as much," Paul suggested.
"We're fine," Lisette told him automatically. A stroller was money. Money was something she needed to save. If she decided to stay here, she needed to get a house. A home. For the children.
"How badly does your arm hurt?" Paul asked her.
"It'll be fine," Lisette repeated.
"I know it will be. How is it now?" Paul said softly, his words soothing.
"It hurts. A lot," Lisette admitted, her voice small. Paul nodded, shifting Emmaline in his arms before moving closer to her. His fingers brushed against her arm, prodding it as his fingers moved upward. When it reached the top, Lisette barely contained a yelp of pain. Paul's fingers paused before prodding it once more.
"It feels like you might have popped your shoulder out of place. I can pop it back, but it'd probably be better if we aren't out in public for that. Can you walk to the church with me, if I carry Emmaline?" Paul asked.
"How did you know her name?" Lisette asked with wide eyes.
"You called them by name when we talked last," Paul told her. Lisette nodded slowly.
"Okay," she said. Paul stood, securing his grip on Emmaline as he did. Lisette stood as well, gripping Jasper as tightly as she could with the one arm. Together, the two of them made their way to the church.
When they got there, Paul unlocked the church and led Lisette inside. He laid Emmaline down in a pew and gently pulled Jasper from Lisette's arms as well, laying the sleeping boy next to his sleeping sister. The two of them automatically curled up next to each other.
Paul led Lisette to a pew a few rows in front of the twins and sat her down. He prodded her once more, noting of her hiss.
"Do you have an undershirt on?" Paul asked her. Lisette shook her head. Paul sighed before glancing at the doors of the church.
"I need you to take your shirt off so I can pop your shoulder back into place. I'll shift so that if someone walks in, they won't see you," Paul promised her.
"I don't want to. I'll be fine," Lisette said quickly.
"I won't look. I'm a priest. I just need to see your shoulder to do this properly, and I don't think your sleeves can effectively push up that far. You can just take the one sleeve off so it's still partially on," Paul offered. Lisette shook her head quickly.
"You can't carry them with your shoulder out of socket. And the other option is going to the hospital, and if you're still hiding, I doubt you'd want to do that," Paul reasoned with her. Lisette didn't.
She tried tugging the sleeve off but the pain kept her from managing it.
"Here," Paul said, helping her along. Lisette tensed at the movement and her eyes slid shut as he tugged the shirt sleeve from her body. She knew the moment he saw. Because his movements stilled.
"My shoulder," Lisette reminded, her eyes staying closed.
"Right," Paul said. Lisette felt his hands on her shoulder and suddenly there was a burst of pain. And then it felt better. Lisette opened her eyes and tried to pull the shirt back on. After a minute of struggling, Paul shook his head.
"No. You'll be doing good to get that shirt on. Here. Wait a minute. I have a spare button down shirt in my office," Paul said, standing up. He quickly strode through the church. He was back in a minute with a navy blue button down shirt.
"It's okay," Lisette said.
"Nonsense. I have plenty of shirts. And there's no way you'll be able to pull that shirt on and off for awhile with your arm being sore," Paul told her. He helped her pull her shirt the rest of the way off, keeping his eyes on her face as he did before he helped her slide her arms into the shirt.
Lisette was grateful when he let her button it up herself.
The shirt was large on her, and the sleeves went past her hands.
"Those scars. How did you get them?" Paul asked her. Lisette wanted to grab the children and run, but she knew better. Her arm was still hurting. She wouldn't be able to carry both of them and run away immediately.
"I'm good at keeping secrets. You obviously got away from whoever it was, so I can't report them," Paul told her.
"It was my father. Or the man I thought was my father."
The words came tumbling out of her mouth before she realized it.
"Thought? He wasn't?" Paul asked her, a frown marring his face.
"I found out he kidnapped me," Lisette answered.
"Is that why you ran away? Not because he was abusing you, but because he kidnapped you?" Paul asked.
"No. I found out I was kidnapped today," Lisette admitted, wrapping her good arm around her tightly.
"How?" Paul asked.
"They took me in for questioning. My backpack must have had some of my DNA on it, and DI Hardy sent it in for examination. And they found the cold case file on my kidnapping," Lisette admitted.
"Wow," Paul breathed. Lisette nodded, pulling her feet up on the pew so that they were pressed against her chest. She wrapped her arm around them as well.
"If you don't mind me asking, why did you run away then?" Paul asked her.
"I was married. But he died," Lisette said.
"Died?" Paul asked.
"Daddy might have made him die," Lisette whispered, keeping her eyes down.
"Did you report him?" Paul asked. Lisette didn't respond, just kept her eyes on the ground. Paul's hand reached out and pulled her chin up so she was looking into his eyes.
"Did you report him?" Paul repeated.
"Who could I have reported him to? He owned the town. It wasn't the first death. It won't be the last. I just had to get out of there. A friend helped get me out of there and I've been running since," Lisette said, the words spilling from her lips as her eyes filled with tears.
Paul's arms wrapped themselves around Lisette. She winced at the initial contact but when Paul didn't pull away, she didn't either.
They only pulled apart when a loud knocking sounded. Lisette jerked back just as Paul did. The two of them stared as two policemen made their way in the church. Paul stood quickly.
"How can I help you?" Paul asked them politely.
"We are interviewing everyone for an investigation. We need to know your name and what you were doing last night," the first police officer said. Paul looked confused.
"My name's Paul Coates. I'm the vicar here. I was reading until I went to bed," Paul said.
"Alone?" the second officer asked sharply, staring at him.
"Yeah. Alone," Paul said.
"What time did you go to bed?" the first police officer asked.
"Around 2 I think," Paul said. They wrote it down with a frown before turning to Lisette.
"I already talked to DI Hardy," Lisette said.
"That might be true, but we still need your name and what you were doing," the second officer said.
"Lisette. I was sleeping with my children," Lisette said. She didn't need to tell them any more than that. DI Hardy knew already.
"What's your last name?" the first police officer asked as he glanced up.
"DI Hardy knows my name. He'll know who it is," Lisette said quietly.
"I need your name or I'll have to arrest you," the first police officer said sternly. Lisette grabbed the sleeves and pulled them even farther down, allowing the shirt to dwarf her and hide her more than it already was.
"Coates," Lisette said quietly.
"Excuse me?" the second police officer asked.
"My last name is apparently Coates," Lisette murmured.
"Apparently?" the first officer asked suspiciously.
"That's what DI Hardy told me," Lisette mumbled.
"Right. Thank you for your time," the second officer said as they headed for the door. Lisette could feel Paul's eyes on her. She wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow her in her spot.
"Coates?" Paul asked, his voice nearly strangled. Lisette didn't dare move.
"Your last name is Coates?" Paul repeated.
"That's what DI Hardy told me," Lisette whispered, leaning her head forward to allow her hair to form a curtain around her.
"But…I…no," Paul said, drifting off. Lisette could feel his eyes still on her.
"Yeah," she whispered.
"Were you going to tell me?" Paul asked her, words morphing into an angry tone. Lisette winced at his words.
"I didn't know what to say. And…I didn't know if I should," Lisette whispered.
"Didn't know if you should? I barely remembered I had a sister. My parents never talked about her. I have no family left and very few friends. A sister would mean I wasn't alone on Earth," Paul said angrily.
When she didn't respond, he grabbed her arms, jerking her up. Lisette cried out at the sudden movement and the jarring to her sore arm. Her eyes met his and she flinched away from the rage she saw there.
And just like that, it melted away. He released her quickly, stepping back from her.
"I…oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please. I didn't…I didn't mean…" he drifted off as Lisette grabbed her shirt and scurried over to the children, doing her best to scoop them up. Her arm ached at the movement but Lisette didn't care.
She was running out of the church before Paul could even get his thoughts together.
She managed to stumble to the Laundromat a few hours before she was supposed to start.
"You're early," the manager, who was working the front desk, stated.
"Had nothing else to do," Lisette answered, settling the children down. The owner eyed the children dubiously but didn't say a word.
"If you want to go ahead and start, I wouldn't protest to getting to eat supper at home with my family," the owner said. Lisette nodded, glad he wasn't going to kick her out.
He gathered his things and made his way to the door, stopping in the doorway.
"Look, I don't care if you have to bring your children every once in awhile, if you have to, so long as they don't get in the way. And I really don't care where you came from. Just leave whatever trouble you have out of my shop, okay?" the owner said.
"Okay," Lisette responded immediately.
The children woke up soon after they got there. And they were hungry. Lisette had forgotten to try finding them food for supper. She managed to spend a few of her meager dollars in the vending machine of the Laudromat, feeding them a sugary roll and bag of crisps before allowing them to run around the deserted Laundromat and wear themselves out again.
The telly had the volume mute but an image of DI Hardy caught her attention on screen. She scrambled to find the remote, unmuting it quickly.
"The body was ID'd as eleven year old Daniel Latimer. We will find who is responsible for this. There will be no place for Danny's killer to hide," DI Hardy said. Lisette muted the telly once more, corralling her children to the desk to play where they were more out of sight. Playing with Fred had done the two of them some good. They were chatting with one another and wanting to run around, as opposed to the last few weeks where they only quietly murmured to each other and moved quietly, in small movements. They were great adaptors.
Lisette just wished they didn't have to be.
The children wore themselves down and Lisette had a slow night. Just as the last few times she'd worked the Laundromat, no one came in. To keep herself awake, she watched the telly as the night turned into day once more.
In the last show, just as the owner showed up, the person on screen revealed that she was pregnant.
And Lisette's mind stopped working.
When was her last period? No. She knew when it was. She knew exactly when it had been. Two and a half months ago. Because right before it should have started, she had gone to try artificial insemination. Again.
But she'd ended up running off and never checked to see if it had worked.
Her mind was still swirling around with the impossibilities as the owner arrived and relieved her of her shift. She was given extra money this time, due to her showing up early. She needed to know if she was pregnant. The thought terrified her, but she had to know. She made a quick trip to the store and bought herself an apple and a pregnancy test, along with a few fruit cups for the children.
Her arm ached from carrying both the children and the bag, but she managed it. She quickly let the still sleeping children rest as she used a public restroom and took the test. She made her way to a bench with it, lying the children down next to her. Waiting.
"I remember taking a few of those when I was younger. Worst ten minutes of my life," a voice said. Lisette glanced up to see a woman with dark hair making her way towards her. She stopped next to the bench and Lisette dutifully scooted over, moving Emmaline into her lap. The woman sat down immediately.
"The box says they aren't overly accurate," Lisette found herself saying.
"That's a way for them to get more money out of you. I'm Karen White," she said with a smile. Lisette shook the hand she offered shakily, resisting the urge to stare at the stick until a symbol appeared.
"Lisette," Lisette said quietly.
"Are you on babysitting duty?" Karen asked her.
"No. They're mine," Lisette answered, tugging the sleeves farther down as she did. She hated that assumption. And everyone seemed to make that here.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Wow. How old are you?" Karen asked her.
"Twenty. I'm just really small," Lisette defended herself.
"Wow. How long have you lived here?" Karen asked. Lisette was starting to get suspicious. These weren't the questions someone would be asking.
Those were the questions a reporter would be asking.
Before Lisette could jump to her feet and make a quick getaway, Karen stood.
"I must be going. Maybe we can chat again sometime?" Karen asked, eyes focused on someone. Lisette nodded, knowing it'd be the quickest way to make her leave. Lisette watched as Karen walked quickly and intercepted DI Hardy on his way into the police station. DI Hardy glanced up and his eyes met hers for a second before they turned on Karen.
Lisette glanced the other way, eyes landing on Paul, who was creeping closer. He froze when she saw him.
"I wanted to apologize for yesterday," Paul said cautiously as he took another step towards her. Lisette watched him carefully. He didn't look angry, but she had been fooled before. He took another two steps towards her, settling himself down on the bench where Karen had just stood. He glanced over at her, but his eyes slid down.
And widened.
Lisette glanced down as well and her heart dropped.
The test was positive.
She was pregnant.
"Oh," Paul whispered. Lisette stared at the test as well.
"Oh," Lisette repeated before wrapping her arms firmly around her, careful not to nudge Emmaline as she did.
"I didn't mean to lose my temper. I rarely do anymore. I just….it's been lonely, yeah? And…the thought of having a family was something I'd given up on. And you weren't going to tell me," Paul admitted, running a hand through his hair.
"I don't know if I can protect anyone else though," Lisette admitted.
"I don't need protecting," Paul told her, offering her a smile.
"That's what my husband thought," Lisette murmured.
"You, however, need someone. You need help. Especially now," Paul told her.
"I have my children," Lisette said quietly.
"And now you have me. You can't keep living on the streets. Especially now. What are you going to do when the baby is born?" Paul asked her.
"The Millers are letting me stay with them right now. The police don't want me leaving town while the murder investigation is happening. So Ellie offered to let me sleep on her couch," Lisette admitted.
"And you can sleep at my house," Paul told her.
"It's okay," Lisette told him. Paul shook his head.
"No. It's not. I have a spare room I never use. I'll prepare it as a bedroom for you. You can stay with the Millers until it's done, but I'd…I'd rather you lived with me. So I can take care of you. It's been ages since I've had someone to take care of," Paul mused to himself.
"But why?" Lisette asked, biting her lip.
"Because you're family. And family is immensely important to me. And I'm lonely. And the children need a place to call home, someone to call family," Paul told her.
"I need to go meet up with Joe Miller," Lisette finally said. Paul nodded, standing alongside her and taking Emmaline from her.
"I'll walk you there," Paul offered. Lisette decided to let him; she wasn't sure where the address was that Joe had given her, and Paul seemed to know the area. The two of them walked in silence to the house. When they got there, Lisette rang the doorbell and the door was opened quickly.
"Oh! Lisette! Come in!" Joe said. His eyes flitted over to Paul, who handed Emmaline over to Lisette. The movement strained her shoulder but she ignored it, choosing to follow Joe inside.
"How do you know the reverend?" Joe asked conversationally.
"He's…well, he's my brother, I guess," Lisette said quietly.
"Your brother?" Joe asked. Lisette nodded.
"I was kidnapped as a child. And Paul was my birth brother," Lisette said. The words felt weird coming from her mouth. Joe nodded, looking just as confused as she felt. He shut the door and gestured to a side room.
"This is our living room. Tom usually plays games in here on Saturdays and after he finishes his homework, but if you need to sleep a few hours he can play outside while you sleep," Joe offered.
"No. It's okay. I…I probably won't be staying here long. I appreciate it, but….Paul insisted that I stay with him, after he gets his spare room made up. He wouldn't take no for an answer," Lisette said, shifting the children in her arms. Joe nodded at her words.
"Over there is a bathroom, and through there is the kitchen. Upstairs is our room, Tom's room, and Fred's room," Joe explained, pointing. He offered her a smile.
"You look like you're about to fall over. Come on. Get some rest," Joe told her, steering her towards the couch. Lisette practically fell onto the couch, twins alongside her.
She didn't even remember falling asleep.
Paul was walking by the grocery store when he saw Beth Latimer screaming and kicking her car before sliding down along the car. He ran over quickly, noticing with disgust how half of the people in the parking lot stared and pointed rather than making their way to her and try helping.
"Beth? Are you okay?" Paul asked her. Beth stared up at him, her eyes tormented.
"I'm pregnant," she blurted out.
And for the second time that day, Paul felt his heart stutter.
He helped her up and to the back of her car, using her keys to pop the back so she could sit down. He sat down next to her, watching her.
"Have you told anyone yet?" Paul asked her.
"I only found out two weeks ago," Beth said, hugging herself as she stared off in the distance.
"You don't want to tell Mark?" Paul guessed.
"It's complicated," Beth retorted.
"Of course. Do you have anyone you can talk to? Your mom, maybe?" Paul asked.
"No. Not…no. And don't you go telling her either," Beth said angrily. Paul shook his head quickly. The last thing he was going to do was tell someone what Beth told him.
"What are you going to do?" Paul asked her.
""Can you stop asking me bloody questions?" Beth asked angrily.
"Sorry. I do that. Apparently," Paul said. He stood slowly before stopping and turning to face her. Debating in his mind whether he should say anything.
"I…sometimes it helps. To talk to someone. I…I might have someone who can understand what you're going through. Not with Danny exactly, but with the pregnancy. She just found out she was pregnant as well. And her husband is dead and she has no one she trusts. Maybe the two of you could talk? I don't think she even knew Danny, and I doubt she knows who you are. You could talk and figure it out without feeling like she was pitying you," Paul suggested, the words burning on his lips. He wasn't sure how Lisette would react. But he hadn't given her name out. If Beth said no, there would be no harm.
But if she said yes…maybe it would help Lisette as well.
"Who is it?" Beth asked, staring up at him with wide eyes. Paul hesitated, not sure exactly what to say. He doubted Beth knew who Lisette was. Still.
"My sister," Paul managed to choke.
"You have a sister?" Beth asked, her eyes going wide.
"Yeah. Thought she was dead. Only found out she was alive last night. Afraid I didn't get off to a good start, either," Paul admitted. Beth seemed floored by that and nodded carefully.
"If you want to talk to her sometime, let me know. If you talk to her sooner, you won't have to worry about her knowing who you are. I can get her to meet you at the church, for a safe environment where no one will overhear you," Paul offered. Beth hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah. I think I'd like that," Beth said.
"When would you like to?" Paul asked. Beth stared at him for a moment.
"Could we do it today?" Beth asked, her voice small.
"I think we could. She looked tired earlier. Wanna meet at the church around five? If she can't come, I'll stop by and let you know," Paul promised. Beth nodded, staring off into the distance once more.
"You can come see me if you need to talk about anything else though. You know that, right?" Paul asked her. Beth stared at him for a moment.
"I don't know if I believe in God," Beth admitted.
"It's not compulsory. I've been praying for you ever since I heard. For Danny," Paul told her.
"Thank you," Beth said. Paul nodded and after another glance, walked away.
He had no idea what else he could tell her.
Lisette's eyelids felt heavy. She was….comfortable. It had been so long since she'd been comfortable, she almost thought she was still dreaming.
She opened her eyes blearily, disoriented temporarily at the sight of…wherever she was. A home.
Joe and Ellie's home. Lisette sat up, eyes going wide in panic.
The children weren't there.
She was on her feet in an instant, on the floor in the next as her feet tangled with the blanket she hadn't realized was on her. She stumbled to her feet, listening. Nothing. She made her way out the back door, only to stop in relief.
Joe was playing with the twins and Fred, allowing them to stumble about in the yard. He glanced up and stood quickly, eyes wide.
"They were awake and I offered to let them play outside with Fred," Joe said. Lisette nodded, staring at the twins.
"Sorry. I…panicked," Lisette mumbled.
"It's okay. Paul Coates called while you were asleep. Asked if you could ring him when you woke up. I said I'd pass the message along," Joe told her. Lisette nodded at his words. He stood, scooping Fred up. Jasper and Emmaline stumbled after him, hugging Lisette's legs when they spotted her.
"Here's the home phone. His number's right there, if you want to call him," Joe offered. Lisette bit her lip, thinking about it. She wasn't sure how she felt about Paul, honestly. It was a whirlwind with him.
Still, Lisette found herself dialing the number before she realized she'd picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi. It's Lisette," Lisette said quietly.
"Oh, hey! I called earlier but Joe said you were asleep. Are you feeling better?" Paul asked her.
"Yeah," Lisette answered automatically.
"Listen, I have an acquaintance I was wondering if you could talk to. She's going through a rough time, and I thought you could relate to her," Paul said.
"How could I relate to anyone?" Lisette asked, confused.
"Because she just learned she was pregnant too. She doesn't know who you are. You don't know who she is. But maybe it'll help, the two of you talking together. It'll help both of you come up with options, perhaps," Paul said, the words rushed. Lisette resisted the urge to press a hand against her stomach. She hadn't…she hadn't wanted to think about it. She was too scared to think about it.
"I don't know," Lisette said dubiously.
"I would appreciate it, and more than that, she would too. She could use a friend right now," Paul all but begged. Lisette inhaled deeply.
"Sure. What time do I meet you where?" Lisette asked.
"If you could come up to the church now, I'd appreciate it. She will be here in about thirty minutes. If you'd said no, I would have told her that when she got here," Paul clarified immediately.
"I'll see you soon then," Lisette said before hanging up.
"Going out?" Joe asked.
"Paul wants me to talk to someone," Lisette said, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"You can come back here when you're done. We have a spare key under the potted plant. Just let yourself in if you knock and no one answers," Paul told her with a warm smile.
"Why are you telling me that? You don't know me. You shouldn't trust me so easily," Lisette said, hugging herself.
"I know you need help and you're scared. I understand that. Ellie does too. We just want to help," Joe told her earnestly. Lisette nodded before scooping up the children.
"I can watch them for you, if you want. I'm already watching Fred, and he'll be easier to watch if there's playmates for him," Joe offered quickly. Lisette's grip tightened on the children.
"I don't know. I'm never away from them," Lisette explained.
"I figured. But you need time alone too. I'll keep them safe," Joe promised.
"I…are you sure?" Lisette asked. She hated the thought of leaving them there.
But she needed to be able to let them go. She…what would she do in two years when they went off to kindergarten? She wouldn't be able to cope. And she needed to learn to trust people. She just had to if she expected to be able to raise the children normally.
And Joe and Ellie seemed like nice people. And it helped, Joe having a son the same age. That meant he knew what to do, how to watch them. And even Lisette could agree that children entertained themselves if given the chance.
"It wouldn't be a problem," Joe promised.
"Okay," Lisette said, giving the children one last hug before standing, leaving them there. Both stared up at her, almost confused.
"I'm going to go out for awhile. I'm leaving you with Joe and Fred. He'll watch you while you guys play with Fred. Is that okay?" Lisette asked.
"No. Mommy," Emmaline said, clutching Emmaline's leg like a lifeline.
"You'll be fine darling," Lisette reassured her.
"Don't want you leave," Jasper said, pouting.
"I'll be back. It'll be fun, yeah? I promise. I'll be back," Lisette swore to them. Both children stared up at her, almost as if they did not believe her promise.
She gave them both a kiss on the top of the head before gently prying them from her leg and making her way to the door.
Joe offered her a smile as she opened the door and stepped out into the street, alone for the first time since arriving in Storybrooke.
She didn't like it.
She walked to the church in silence, arms wrapped around herself in Paul's too-large shirt and head lowered to avoid eye contact. She kept walking, eyes downcast, until she noticed feet directly in front of her. Lisette stopped herself before a collision occurred and glanced up, only to find DI Hardy's eyes staring down at her, his expression almost accusing.
"Where are you going?" he asked sharply.
"To the church," Lisette answered quietly.
"Your brother's church? Have you told him he's your brother?" DI Hardy asked.
"He knows," Lisette said.
"Where are your children?" he asked.
"Joe's watching them," Lisette said, wrapping her arms tighter around herself at the words.
"Ellie said I should apologize for being an arsehole to you," DI Hardy finally said. Lisette nodded. He didn't make an effort to actually apologize, only say that he had been told he ought to.
"It's okay," Lisette said quietly. DI Hardy sniffed and glanced over his shoulder.
"Stay away from Karen White," he warned her.
"She's a reporter," Lisette said, nodding.
"She digs. Don't give her a reason to dig on you, because if she does she'll publish it and your father may be able to find you," DI Hardy warned her.
"Yes sir," Lisette said, lowering her head.
"Don't want you running off in the middle of our investigation," DI Hardy said with another sniff before walking off. Lisette waited until he was gone before she hurried the last bit of the distance to the church, where two cars were already parked outside.
She took a deep breath and then pushed open the doors.
So! A lot happened! Sorry, had to finish setting it up! Next chapter you get to find out more of what happened in Lisette's past! :)
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Andi