Chapter 2 CELESTE Paris 1984             Celeste smoothed the fabric of her dress. Her gown hugged her body in all the right places. The silk felt luscious  against her skin. The gardens twinkled under the strand lighting as she walked through row after row of flowers, taking in their unique smells and blossoms. Her hair was massed on top of her head with a select few tendrils hanging down, framing her face. She had spent the better part of the afternoon at the salon with Mara perfecting their looks. Celeste felt like a princess at these affairs no matter how much she loathed wasting an entire night with the stiff…

Chapter 1 Tuesday. Again. Annabelle had been dreading Tuesday for a week now.  After last week’s kitchen duty she was sure her life was a nightmare. She’d left Glenview smelling like pureed spinach, bad breath and old people. It was a disaster. Her four hours had felt like ten. As she walked down the brightly lit corridor toward the recreation room, a ruckus came from suite 208. She slowed her pace, eavesdropping. Her purple Converse sneakers squeaked on the sterile linoleum floor. She hated it here. She hated what volunteering represented in her life. Visit two, and she was already willing away the next twenty-three, mandated volunteer days. “I’m not…