I couldn’t stop thinking about Eloise’s face, but I hadn’t really looked closely enough to remember all her features. Her eyes were green. Her hair was strawberry blonde, like sunlight shining through amber. I remembered the flower crown on her head, but not how long her hair was. No matter how hard I tried to see her face clearly, all I could remember was that she was laughing and looking straight at the camera.
“Hailey,” Williams said from the front seat. “We’re here.”
We had arrived at the Lachlan Foundation. It felt like a long time since Agnes had offered to show me around. When Williams opened my door, I noticed that, for once, no reporter or photographer was waiting outside.
Maybe the media was finally cooling off, I thought, as I walked into the Foundation’s lobby. The walls wer
