*Seraphine*
While he cuts through the ropes that hold the balloon fast to the basket, I wring out small portions of the silk that make up the balloon itself. So many little rips and tears. A few large ones. Occasionally looking over at the basket where Langdon works causes my stomach to knot up. I am damned fortunate I haven’t arrived on shore as crushed as the wicker. It is a sad, pitiful heap of broken dreams.
I’m not altogether certain that dreams can be mended. Perhaps it’s best to search for another. All the dreams I had held as a young girl had shattered when I discovered my father’s deception. In spite of him being weak and flawed, I don’t doubt his love for me. Still, the truth had robbed me of my dreams. No noble husband for me. No love, no children, no family. What is it you wa
