Chapter 19
“Look at this passage and tell me what you can make out,” Ivy said, pointing to a barely legible journal entry to Megan. They had moved to the parlor where the morning light spilling through the tall, arched Palladium windows was the brightest. Guests sauntered out of the dining room and milled about, curious about the old house. A couple visiting from Canada stepped into the ballroom, and Ivy could hear expressions of awe over the chandeliers and architecture.
Poppy was leading an informal tour, telling people about how the house was used as a center for physical therapy and rehabilitation during the Second World War. One person asked about the masterpiece paintings that had been discovered on the property, while another was curious about the jewelry. The media had covered th
