The Living Room at the St. Yves Mansion
Anaïs walked down the grand staircase, her hand resting lightly on the banister. Her ankle was feeling better, but her head was spinning with memories of this house.
She stopped on the bottom step. Her mouth fell open.
The Museum of Grief had been replaced by a Toy Store.
The entire living room floor—all two thousand square feet of expensive marble—was covered in boxes.
There were mountains of LEGO sets. There were electric cars large enough for a toddler to drive. There were drones. There was a life-sized stuffed giraffe that stared blankly at the chandelier.
And in the center of the chaos sat Sacha.
He was holding a very expensive-looking robot that beeped and flashed blue lights.
Bastian was kneeling next to him, looking like a nervous salesman. He had bags under his eyes, but he was smiling eagerly.
