Monthly Archives: November 2006

It was past dusk at the Chateau de Rochefort as I went inside of the main house from the gardens outside. My routine, as of late, had become unpredictable; leaving me to hurry from my work around the hacienda. After another exhausting day in the afternoon heat, I was thinking of what to make for Caroline and myself for dinner when a sound reached me. It was the sound of a child’s crying and it drew me with a sharp tug on my heart. The sound was coming from the library.

Inside, in the middle of the floor, a blanket clutched to her breast, lay Caroline.