Raya’s POV
I had no idea why, but these people here make me feel warm and safe… Something I have not felt in a long while. ‘Not since mother was killed.’ I thought to myself.
Then the door opened. A slender woman with a white lab coat came into the room. “Hello, young miss. My name is Dr. Kit Stark. I am the one in charge of your care.” She said with a gentle smile. She reached out to shake my hand and I reach out and gently shook her hand.
Wincing a little as I use my hand that was sprained. “Does ‘Kit’ stand for anything?” I asked out of curiosity. She smile and shook her head. “Nope. Just plain ‘Kit’. Why? Know any other ‘Kits’?” She asked with a chuckle. I smiled.
“Yes. My mother’s nickname was also ‘Kit’, but her real names was Kathleen.” I said. I heard the sound of kunkles crack
