Chapter Forty-OneThe café a few blocks down the street from Murielle’s was open, but there was no sign of Adèle. Molly felt a punch to the pit of her stomach even though she hadn’t really expected Adèle to follow her instructions. She went on to the Faure house, seeing a light on from a block away. The sidewalk was icy and she didn’t dare run.
Finally, Molly reached the house and trotted up the front steps. Her hand was up, reaching for the knocker, when she thought better of it and let it drop. She stepped back down to the sidewalk and tried to look in the living room window instead, wanting to know if Murielle was inside before she went barging in.
She didn’t see anyone. But she heard raised voices—she heard crying—she heard Adèle—couldn’t make out her words but the tone of her voice w
