I have to tell him now. “I am no mystical apparition from Eve’s spiritual wonderment. I’m simply a living person.” He is not asking. He is telling me. “She calls herself Enola now — always Alone. It’s not fitting that she told you she was ‘Eve.’ That was the name our papaContinue reading “(10-30-19 post 1.8) October Chapter – “Scars” Set in 561 C.E. Gaul”