“Do you know what happened to—?” The clanging of the cart recedes. Marie-Laure yanks the hem of his coat. “Papa, please.” In her coat against the black trees, her face looks paler and more frightened than he has ever seen it. Has he ever asked so much of her? “A house has burned, Marie. People are stealing things.” “What house?” “The house we have come so far to reach.”
