It's all so surreal that I'm not sure if it's a dream or reality. Thomas steps in and takes care of everything. The funeral, from the very beginning, to the very end. I barely have to do anything. It's not like I would have been able to do anything, anyway. I am nothing but a mess ever since that morning.
Life itself has become unappealing and, no matter the effort, I could not wrap my head around the fact that I had no one left anymore. I had no family... I was simply alone, in a stranger's life, in his house, forced to do as he bids. Or well.. That's what I expected at least.
I considered Thomas to be the devil, but so far, ever since I stepped into his home, he has not made any demands,and even the pearl necklace incident seems like a very distant thing. Despite his good behavior, we
