surns to me.

    ‘ about t hand, eh?“

    I am clutc , unconscious of t my body giving t away.

    akes my  o my palm. the key.

    ‘t’ll ells me. ”Don’t worry. Now, are you Adeline or are you Emmeline?“

    ures to this Emmeline?”

    I can’t ans feel myself, can’t move.

    ‘Not to worry,“ ime.“

    and ters for , “Still,  to call you somety-fifty, isn’t it? It’ll all come out in the wash.”

    tal. Opening tle. Voices speaking fast. tretced onto a trolley and  er. You’re safe now, Adeline.”

    Miss inter slept.

    I saender slackness of uft of unruly  did not lay straigemple, and in ook t eac brus , but all t over o fold to place.

    S stir. as shis unconsciousness already?

    I can’t say cer t. t ts of its er ime lapped over me as I sat  sleeping, but hing of her child.

    I  to say about t t possible t I ed in my tiredness? Did I fall asleep and dream? Or did Miss inter really speak one last time?

    I o your sister.

    I jerked my eyes open, but o be sleeping as deeply as before.

    I did not see t tle before dao be he room was my own.

    Beginnings