The holding wing smelled like bleach and lies. Charlotte stood behind the glass and watched Emily pace the small room in chains she pretended were jewelry.
“Open," Charlotte said.
The guard keyed the lock. The door clicked. Emily stopped and pasted a smile on like lipstick. “Envoy," she sang. “Back for a bedtime story?"
Charlotte stepped in. The door shut behind her. “Tell me who gave you the master card."
Emily widened her eyes. “A fairy godmother. She wore sensible shoes."
“Name," Charlotte said.
“You always were rude," Emily said, pacing again. “No good morning. No 'how is your cheek.'" She tilted her head, letting the old bruise catch the fluorescent light. “Harrison hit me, you know."
“You let rogues into a hospital," Charlotte said. “You let them into a hotel. You don't get to
