/Tracy’s POV/
Seeing Annette again really warm my insides up, how long has it been…15years or 16? I couldn’t tell. She looked up to stare at us with a surprised expression which was slowly replaced by confusion. Her head slowly moved from me to Stacy then to me, for a minute she kept looking back and forth before she decided to move her lips.
“Tracy” She called out and I rubbed my sleepy and bored eyes while Stacy just clicked her tongue. Then she started to chuckle, I mean for someone who was tied up in a wooden chair in the attic, he had a weird sense of humour. How could she laugh in this situation? I wondered and it appears my sister had the same thoughts as we slowly turned to face me with her brows arched up in question?
“You still have your Stacy” Annette grinned as tea
