Lucille

With each passing day, I wondered what became of the impostor. I assumed he’d returned to America. After all, that was what he’d said he would do. It wasn’t as if I could ask. I didn’t know who was privy to his presence. In some strange way, our night and talk helped me. Lady Buckingham even remarked about a change in me.

During the first week of my stay in Molave City, each morning, weather permitting, Isabella and I met ...