Chapter 252 Memorial

• Amval
• I stand in front of Ingrid, my hands clasped in front of me because I’ve learned that, combined with the longer sleeves I told Nur I needed for religious reasons, is the best way to hide the occasional gestures I need to stir the wind around us. Only meeting her outside or by the high, arched and nearly always open doors on the lowest floor isn’t quite enough. I saw her in the kitchen the day after I broke into her room, asking Umit what had burned last night. Mother always said I smelled like a home fire, but burned is another way to put that, I suppose, and I can’t risk Ingrid realizing who I am for such a foolish reason.
• “Why should I trust you?” She narrows blue eyes at me. “You’ve been following me around for days, and you just happen to have access to the information I’ve been looking for?”