Entry #1 and Escape Time

"Tell me again, what you think?" Gilda continues. I nod my head eagerly and begin to tell her, for what seemed to be the millionth time who y/n was.

"We had another sister our age, but when we were all seven years old she just vanished without a word. When I asked mom if y/n had been adopted she would only give me this confused look and say we never had a child at the orphanage with y/n's name." I say.

"Your story gets weirder each time you tell it." Ray had appeared outside and gently whacked me over the head with the book he had been carrying.