Pg. 223
“Ella’s pulse drummed. Madame Collette’s words felt heavy. She glanced around before whispering in her ear, ‘They’re watching you, ma petite. You, your mama and papa, Gran, Sera, your Nana Durand and PopPop Durand, and even little Winnie. Don’t give them anything else to be angry about.’”
— May 15, 2025 10:54AM
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