Finale

The winter air seemed to blow through Iva's body, giving her normally hearty body a slow shiver that crept up and down her spine. Blonde curls bounced and tangled around her shoulders as she moved- window to window. Curling her arms around herself, Iva gave an angry sigh; the small girl hadn't bothered to grab a jacket that morning- the cold would be her punishment.

Framed. Framed. Unbelievable! She could go to jail! Sure, Papa was working it out, but... how could she be so sloppy. She clicked her heel on the ground, trying to chip the brick below. Idiot. What if Papa-?

She shook that thought out of her head.