Hilara

Previously

…It was soft, plush, and inviting, yet it felt cold and achingly empty. They were in their grandmother Greta’s house, a place where they knew, deep down, they were not entirely welcome. Their grandmother loved them, perhaps, but in her own way, and being Lora’s daughters, especially Hilara, meant they were often set apart from the rest of the family. Still, the simple fact of having each other brought a small measure of comfort, a strength that hardened them, making them believe they had to be strong. They had to be, for they were alone now, with seven cousins who didn’t particularly like each other, and a grandmother who made her preferences all too clear.