My heart flew out over the city skyline, dangling happily in the trees that lined the sidewalks outside. I rarely ever got a letter, let alone a lovely thoughtful message.

It took everything I had not go to the agency where I worked. Inside, deep down, I wanted to call in sick and go searching for answers. I wanted the key to my soul that someone else seemed to carry so mysteriously.

Fantine was in her office today, much to my dissapointment. She always gave me the worse cases to work with. Last week it had been the Pomerleau family, with their four prepubescent children who called the authorities to get me when they grew bored of my stories.

What a mess that had been.

I suppose we all weren’t cut out to be nannies.

I knocked on Fantine’s door lightly. From behind her door I could hear rustling and quieted speech before I heard the sharpness of her voice call me in.

“Antonie…” She said glaring behind her glasses that perched ridiculously on her thin nose.