Twenty-Eight:
Cecelia Porter
Summer faded.
The last few weeks of August were uneventful. I spent my time with Victor. Marlowe left shortly after Assumption, and once he was gone I could finally breathe again. I didn’t feel like I had to look over my shoulder at any given moment.
But I didn’t feel anything either. I was supposed to be falling in love with Victor, letting him seduce me, but there was nothing. Even with the beauty of Versailles surrounding us, it was as though everything was in gray.
We walked through The Louvre together, and we went to dinner at the Eiffel tower. He arranged for it to just be the two of us. But the whole time, there was an ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away. As if someone were sitting on it.
I didn’t want to admit that it was because Marlowe wa
