The sun was just beginning to appear over the Paris skyline, long tendrils of light creeping their way through the narrow streets and quiet paths, sending long shadows scurrying away from the early risers as they hurried off to work, desperate to beat the traffic or someone else to their job or who knew what else.

Mireille hated being awake this ( Read more... )

The moment that Mireille's eyes opened, she knew that something was wrong in her apartment. She had been living in the apartment since she was fifteen, and she knew every noise it made, could tell when a plant had changed leaning position or a book was on the wrong spot on the shelf. And when she awoke, she knew that something had changed. She ( Read more... )