C104 The Alliance

Genevieve returned on a Friday.

Isabella was in the kitchen, baking bread with Lily, when the doorbell rang. She wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the front door, already knowing who she would find.

Genevieve stood on the porch, a leather satchel in her hand, her face pale.

"I have something to show you," she said.

Isabella stepped aside.

The living room was quiet