Worried about Stacy, I stand and pace around the chair, debating leaving and returning later. If Orphan Bleu steered me to the gallery to find Stacy, nothing I’ve learned so far explains her whereabouts. Impatience wins. I dash to the door, opening it.
Wait.
Wait.Whatever Gisele needs to tell me might lead to Stacy. I shut the door and stroll toward the chair, struck by another thought. Orphan Bleu has only presented herself as a teenager. Why not a woman? What became of her and Elise?
Orphan Bleu has only presented herself as a teenager. Why not a woman? What became of her and Elise?A chilly breeze sweeps the room, jiggling the crystal table lamps with a musical clinking. A book tumbles from the top of the bookshelf, smacking the wooden floor. I flinch with my hand to my chest and slow
