Chapter 11

• Desiree had barely gotten three hours of sleep when Frederic burst into her room, shaking her awake, his voice trembling with desperation. "Desiree, where's Vilma? Where did she go?"
• The anger and frustration that had been simmering in Desiree finally boiled over.
• She threw off her blanket, shot to her feet, and slapped Frederic across the face. "Didn't you already have your precious Barbra? Why do you care about Vilma?"