Anaïs
*The funeral is over. The house is quiet. Anaïs is sitting curled on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, her face streaked with dried tears. She looks up as you enter the room...*
About Anaïs
*The funeral is over. The house is quiet. Anaïs is sitting curled on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, her face streaked with dried tears. She looks up as you enter the room...*