Family?

Christabel's POV

After she told me her daughter was dead, the old woman and I had some talking to do. She was the only surviving member of her family so far. Her husband, Charles, died years ago from a heart attack after learning of their daughter's death.

It wasn't hard to notice how much they cared for their daughter. I could tell by the way Clara's eyes would soften at the mention of her.

Clara's family was wealthy, and so was her husband but they didn't have any heirs.

Before they could have Belle, they spent years trying, so when they had her, they pampered her like crazy.

It was just so sad she died. I didn't bother to ask how she died, and Clara didn't tell me. I didn't want to open closed wounds.

Clara held up the doll in her hands. "I made this for her when she was five, but she never got to play with it."

Intrigued, I asked, "Why?"

"That spoiled brat didn't want something that hurt me." Clara laughed, "I sewed it with my own hands and got my fingers prickled, so she didn't