--- coming soon

Josuette never knew anything about her family's legacy, only haunted shadows of a luxurious life that her mother and grandmother had experienced once upon a time. However, neither women were keen to share any details on what lead to their downfall or where any of their other family members resided. Ultimately instead of riches, Josuette grew up in a small, dim apartment where the walls were too thin and the tension was too thick.

Her mother, Lynda reminded her of a stone statue, unchanged, cold, and perfect. There was no love between them for reasons her daughter couldn't even begin to fathom. No matter how hard she worked, how flawless her performance, it was never enough. But Josuette had her mother's strength, she did not crave a warm embrace and could hold her own regardless of her mother's criticism.

Marianna, her grandmother was different, but not in the way one might expect. Her scrutiny laid on Lynda who ironically could never do right by her...and her granddaughter...well she hardly existed in the elder's eyes.

Josuette learned to mourn alone, to take care of herself, and expect nothing from anyone. Any loneliness she felt laid dormant inside of her, even the night terrors she experienced as a child she kept hidden, for she was the girl who bandaged her own wounds.