MIRA

The drive down home from the airport is quiet. Jackson knows not to talk about anything in Paris and I act accordingly. My whole body glues to the chair. My head kissing the window slowly watching the road as Jerry drives home.

The mansion looks different now. It looked different when I worked as a stable girl. It looked different when I owned it and it looks different now that the court has pronounced us Co-owners.

The mansion greets us with silence. The lights hums and the air ...