Chapter 32
Perfume, like a lover, can never be fully possessed. Desire—abated for a few hours of pleasure—returns evermore. –DB
12 May, 1941 - San Fernando Valley, California
Danielle left the orphanage in the San Fernando Valley and wove through the blossom-laden orange and lemon groves that surrounded it. Squinting into the setting sun, she wished she had left earlier, but she’d wanted to meet all the new children.
The narrow road over the Santa Monica Mountains into Beverly Hills was difficult enough to navigate in the daytime. Cameron had always warned her against this drive at night.
Poor, dear Cameron, she thought, a lump rising in her throat. He’d given his life to save her. A sob of guilt and grief escaped her lips. Her family was devastated, too. None of them had slept much s
