The Faded Alibi
Chapter One Bernadette DeClouet had lost the ending of the chronicle, a loss that felt less like forgetting and more like a physical amputation, leaving the limb to hang limp and useless in the damp air of the bayou. She stood in the nursery-turned-storage room, the walls peeling in long, sick strips of yellowed wallpaper, and watched the dust motes swirl in the shaft of unseasonal sunlight...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews