Chapter Twenty Two

I walk behind Jeanne who carries her bag in her hand and dodges the bushes of the mansion with a firm step, despite the fact that it was an intense and revealing conversation. Jeanne seems to quickly compose herself and wipe the tears of a few minutes ago from her face.

As we dodge the fifth bush on our way to the front door, Jeanne throws one of her hands back and signals me to join my hand with hers. It is a minimal gesture but one that makes me feel a surge of energy from my stomach and I smile nervously, Jeanne Nizzari can dislodge me with a simple gesture.