CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Cassie shifted uncomfortably on the cold, hard church pew. Ella sat statue-still on her left, while Marc fidgeted nonstop on her right. Despite the cold, rainy weather, there must have been close to a hundred people gathered in the historic chapel for Margot’s funeral service.
The interior was cold and drafty, and the gas heaters placed throughout did little to dispel the chill. Looking at the chapel’s ancient stone walls which seemed imbued with the smell of incense, and the exquisitely crafted stained-glass windows, Cassie guessed it was centuries old, and must have seen thousands of similar events in the past.
She had never imagined that less than a week after arriving in France, she would be attending the funeral of one of the family she worked for, and still les
