ELLA

Don’t ask me what I am doing. I am going to get really embarrassed.

Not really. I learnt at a very young age that there’s no shame in curiosity, even if it means breaking into someone’s living room.

And failing.

Repeatedly.

I’m crouched in front of Devlin’s living room doors like a cat burglar who forgot her dignity at home.

Agnes swore no one else has a key and it’s been that way forever—“Only second Mr Ford, Miss Ella. He very particular about that”—so here I ...