She has a million questions, most of them about her mother and father, but Didi isn't given the time she needs to ask them or even a moment of peace until she finds herself, what seems like a lifetime later, firmly ensconced in her own rooms.

Head whirling, heart still not beating its normal, steady rhythm quite yet, Didi sinks into a padded wingback upholstered in deep, soft blue and tries to make sense of what the actual snargling fargle just happened to her.

One ...