C55 Lucien's Gamble

Proserpina

It was now a month since our last, violent meeting and I had not set eyes on Lucien since.

We, the children and I, never went down if there was a hint of guests arriving. Instead, we hid away like ghosts, staying upstairs until Beatrice appeared to announce that the coast was clear.

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The man I had married never came to see us, the twins and I. But his friend, James Schwartz