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A woman stood outside, surrounded by a blinding halo of sunlight.
“Here she is,” my caretaker said. “Elizabeth. The little angel herself. Born to nobility. Fate stole her mother, pride imprisoned her father, and Austria took her fortune. But nothing could touch her beauty and goodness.”
I could not turn around lest I stomp on her foot or punch her for her false love.
“Would you like to meet my son?” the new woman asked. Her voice trembled as though she was the one who was scared.
I nodded solemnly. She took my hand and led me away. I did not look back.
“My son, Victor, is only a year or two older than you are. He is a special child. Bright and inquisitive. But he does not make friends easily. Other children are…” She paused, as though searching a candy dish for just the right piece to pop into her mouth. “They are intimidated by him. He is solitary and lonely. But I think a friend like you would be just the gentling influence he needs. Could you do that, Elizabeth? Could you be Victor’s special friend?”
Our walk had brought us to their holiday villa. I stopped dead. I was amazed by the sight. Her momentum tugged me forward and I stumbled, stunned.
I had had a life, before. Before the hovel with mean and biting children. Before the woman who cared for me with fists and bruises. Before a life haunted by hunger and fear and cold, crammed into the dirty darkness with strange bodies.
I stepped one toe gingerly over the threshold of the villa the Frankensteins had taken for their time at Lake Como. I followed her through those beautiful rooms of green and gold, windows and light, pain left behind as I stepped through this dreamworld.
I had lived here before. And I lived here every night when I closed my eyes.
Though I had lost my home and my father more than two years before, and no child could remember with perfect clarity, I knew it. This had been my life. These rooms, blessed with beauty and space—so much space!—had graced my infancy. It was not this villa, specifically, so much as the general sense of it. There is a safety in cleanliness, a comfort in beauty.
Madame Frankenstein had brought me out of the darkness and back into the light.
I rubbed at my tender and bruised arms, as thin as sticks. Determination filled my child’s body. I would be whatever her son needed if doing so gave me back this life. The day was bright; the lady’s hand was softer than anything I had felt in years, and the rooms ahead of us seemed filled with hope for a new future.
Madame Frankenstein led me through the hallways and out to the garden.
Victor stood alone. His hands were clasped behind his back, and though he was not much more than a year older than me, he seemed almost like an adult. I felt the same shy wariness I would feel approaching a strange man.
“Victor,” his mother said, and again I sensed fear and nervousness in her voice. “Victor, I have brought a friend.”
He turned. How clean he was! It filled me with shame to be wearing a much-patched, too-big dress. Though my hair was washed—my caregiver said it was the best thing I had to recommend me—I knew my feet inside my slippers were dirty. I felt, as he looked at me, he must surely know, too.
He tried on a smile like I tried on castoff clothing, shifting it around until it mostly fit his face. “Hello,” he said.
“Hello,” I said.
We both stood, motionless, as his mother watched.
I had to make him like me. But what did I have to offer a boy who had everything? “Do you want to find a bird’s nest with me?” I asked, the words tumbling out in a rush. I was better at finding them than any of the other children. Victor did not look like a boy who had ever climbed a tree to spy on nests. It was the only thing I could think of. “It is spring, so their chicks are all nearly ready to hatch.”
Victor frowned, his dark eyebrows drawing close together. And then he nodded, holding out his hand. I stepped forward and took it. His mother sighed with relief.
“Have fun! Do stay close to the villa, though,” she entreated us.
I led Victor out of the garden and into the spring-green forest that surrounded the estate. The lake was not far. I could smell it, cold and dark, on the breeze. I took a wandering path, keeping my eyes trained on the branches above us. It felt vital to find the promised nest. As though it were a test, and if I passed, then I could stay in Victor’s world.
And if I failed…
But there, like hope bundled into twigs and mud: a nest! I pointed to it, beaming.
Victor frowned. “It is high.”
“I can get it!”
He considered me. “You are a girl. You should not climb trees.”
I had been climbing trees since I could walk, but his pronouncement filled me with the same shame my dirty feet did. I was doing everything wrong.
