“Do I want to see what’s in here?”
“I think it might be a nice distraction,” he says.
So I open the file, expecting yet another devastating blow. Planning for a new fracture to appear throughout my life, an earthquake threatening to submerge the little island of safety I’ve scrabbled together for myself.
Instead, I found myself looking at a house listing. “House” doesn’t really do it justice, though. These are mansions. Castles. The dossier contains five in total, each with huge glossy panoramas of gorgeous rooms and endless gardens.
Slowly, I look up at Anton. “What is this?”
“A change,” he says simply.
I try to understand it for a few more seconds and then give up. “You’re gonna have to walk me through this.”
“You’re not comfortable in this house, Jessa,” he explains. “Last night,
