Someone was banging on my door. I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head.
"Elena!" I ignored it. The banging came again. "Miss Elena, please wake up!"
I opened my eyes. For a few seconds, I had no idea where I was. Then everything came back — the mansion, Lucien, the note, the photograph, my mother, five. I sat up slowly as the banging continued. "Miss Elena!" "Coming!"
I pushed the blanket away and climbed out of bed, stumbled across the room, and unlocked the door. When I opened it, a maid was standing outside, looking relieved. "Miss Elena!" I blinked at her. "What?" "I've been knocking for so long." I rubbed my eyes. "Why?" "Breakfast was served hours ago." I frowned. "Hours?" She nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
I looked past her into the hallway. "What time is it?" The maid hesitated.
