“Who?” What Annalise’s aunt said caught her attention. “Enya’s talking to who?”

A woman? Was she a servant too? A friend? But for months of being together, she haven’t seen Enya talk to anyone else but her. They were always together. But she had never mentioned a single name about a friend.

A relative, then?

But who exactly? And why would Enya talk about the war with her relative? To ask for updates? It sounded possible, but still, something felt wrong. At least, for Annalise.

“A woman on your age, Annalise. I believe she called her, Odette.”

Odette.

Annalise’s face reflected perplexity, not expecting the name her aunt uttered. She...