— thestorycontinues: "Little thing"

The lady standing on the doorstep didn’t look like she was here to see her father.
Nor did she seem like any of her mother’s friends. She was too put together to
truly belong in the Narrows, although she was dressed down enough to blend in
to the drab surroundings that made up Selina’s neighbourhood. Her nose wrinkled
up in confusion before she piped up, “Hello. Are you in the wrong neighbourhood?”