Chapter Ten
Viviane took a deep breath as she reached for the door that led into her home. It was shut tight. When she was a cub, the big white door had always been open, and she’d simply pass through the screen door to get inside. But there were no more cubs on the land.
Until now.
Viviane slid a hand over her belly. She had to go in there and make peace with her mother. If not for herself then for her unborn baby. She pushed open the large, wooden, white door and then pushed open the thin, metal screen door.
Her feet paused at the raised threshold. It was all as she remembered it. The muted, yellow walls with fingerprint stains starting at the ankle and rising all the way to her hips. Those stubborn smudges still ignored the insistent press of a wet cloth. The plush, red sofa set was
