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Y/n L/n. She is a young 14-year-old girl who lost her family in an unfortunate fire. She remained alone with Count Olaf and his troupe, suffering through the loss of her family and the child abuse from her gu...
We kept rereading the letter, praying that this wasn't real. Another guardian was dead, and we couldn't stop it again. I glimpsed at the eldest Baudelaires, their eyes filling up with tears and their voices breaking. Would we ever have a guardian?
"It can't be," Vi muttered, struggling to keep her composure. It hurt to see the Baudelaires this way, especially Vi. She was the oldest out of the three siblings and felt obligated to protect everyone. She felt like it was her responsibility.
I held back a sob but I kept visualizing how Aunt Josephine died. She appeared fine last time we saw her. Count Olaf did something again, but what? I stared at the broken window, the wind blasting inside.
"We need to notify Mr. Poe," Vi informed, sniffling.
"Vi, I don't think we should. He wouldn't listen to us when we were with Count Olaf, and with that letter, he'll send us off with him. At least throw out the letter." I implied. I didn't like to complain, especially at a moment like this, but there was no way I was going back to Count Olaf. No way. I refuse to go back.
