Hannah nodded.
What started as a casual set of questions ended with Evelyn Winter answering every single one of them accurately.
She even remembered her first meeting with Arnold Simmons, how many times they'd met, and the exact moment they made their relationship official—she was crystal clear about it all.
The responses came fluently, although her thinking wasn't particularly meticulous, her brain not the sharpest, and there was a bit of a foolish "covering one's ears while stealing a bell" innocence about her. But she truly didn't seem like a five- or six-year-old. Instead, she felt more like...
Evelyn Winter wasn't aware that her identity was on the verge of being exposed. She eagerly tilted her head up to look at Hannah. "Mom… Sister, when are we going home?"
She was hungry.
It was her first time being human, and she was still quite unused to it.
Lowering her head, she glanced at her chubby little hands, noticing a few dimples on the backs of them.
