Larkin stood behind the house, staring at the stick in her hand. Emilia watched from the kitchen window. Molly had convinced Edna to let her do the cooking. No one but Edna could argue with the change. With Molly in charge, everything they ate no longer tasted like cigarette ash. “Do you think Rosalie might join us for dinner?” Molly asked from her spot at the stove. “I can try,” Emilia answered, guilt curdling in her stomach. She hadn’t really spoken to Rosalie, not since the binding two days earlier. She wanted to ask Rosalie about herself. About Emilia's grandparents. But it all came back to the same thing―Emile LeFay was Emilia’s father. If she asked her mother about her past, it would end with him. Instead, Emilia watched Rosalie. Every time Rosalie left her room, Emilia studied he

