“Remind me again why we are all in this carriage when we all have husbands and carriages of our own?” When Sophie, Seline, and Sesily spoke, it was in unison. “For Sera.” Seleste nodded and sighed. “The things we do for sisters.” Sera looked to the window, unable to speak for the knot that formed in her throat at the words. She had been gone for three years. She’d left without a word, without stopping to tell her family—whom she had always loved beyond reason—what had happened. She’d dashed a note through her tears on the Bristol docks, telling them only, She did not live. I’m for America.
