Zora was mine.
Later, when the danger reached even into her apartment, she would be the one who barricaded a door and screamed out a window and kept my daughter alive.
I have stopped trying to thank her adequately.
There isn’t a way.
Chapter 8 — Don’t Drink That
The next morning Mireille set the fresh cup in front of me at the table, proud as ever, and I lifted it toward my lips to play along — and Elspeth came bounding in.