Mary (1813)

Jane’s best friend, now mine. She’s the only one I can confide in, though she puts her own construction on my story. She’s also Edgeworth’s sister, and in her mind he’s anything but a hero. Between Mary’s ideas about her brother and the confusing memories that aren’t even mine, I don’t know what to think. I’m having enough of a hard time holding onto my identity. I don’t need to set myself up for another betrayal. Besides, I’m not going to stay here forever. I’ve got a real life to get back to.