Chapter Fifty-One
It was my Opera House, so of course I knew what happened to Rita instantly. Those horrible people who birthed her were suddenly in town, coming to claim their daughter, for what purpose, I didn’t know. They had struck some wealth and had become well-known in the public eye, so it was probably a ploy to make themselves look good and give the public a heartwarming story of a family reunited. I wanted to leave dents in their faces. Rita was not for that kind of life…she had told me about Miss Eleanor and how she hated to be confined indoors, dressed in those frills and ribbons and how cruel Miss Eleanor was to her. Having her get taken back by people who abandon her would be no better than with that horrid old woman, whom I’d hope was dead at this point. They didn’t want her, they want
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