Chapter 23
Valerie’s heart ached for Michelle as she watched her walk away. Her own parents might be out of her life, but she did have stories, though her mother had burned all of the pictures. Michelle only had a “beginning of memory” while standing upon a translucent platform in a dark void.
She moved to follow the Devil out onto the beach, to somehow make better what she’d said, but Plato signaled for her to stay and he followed Michelle himself.
Valerie had to move. She walked through the archway and into the living room. She heard Eric follow her.
Now this was her idea of a living room, three walls of floor-to-ceiling bookcases interrupted with the occasional piece of art. The fourth side was all window facing the unnerving ocean. The massive blue waves had subsided to bare yellow
