Sabine's  POV:

    I had this strange feeling that Tom was keeping something from me.

    I felt grief-stricken as any mother would after she attended the funeral for her only daughter.

     I knew that it did not help much that Tom insisted Chat Noir was not at fault.

     I  also realized he was probably right.  The stubborn side of me would not listen or stop me from letting him take reasonability for her death.  Besides, I reasoned within myself, if Chat was so innocent, then why had she died?

      Why was our daughter gone from this world for good?

      I   held him responsible because it was easier than admitting that I was a bad mother.

      I  did not exactly try to help her.

     Tom warned me, and I  just packed up and left town.

      I  cried the whole time we were back in Paris for the memorial service.

      I noticed the flowers were all her favorites.

      I saw most of her friends in attendance and waved at them.

     I  recognized the agony in Alya's eyes.  

    Never in my entire life had I felt so hopeless.

     I should have been there for her in her last moments.  

    Instead, I was with family clear across the planet.

    What kind of rotten parent was I?

     Now, I sat in the bedroom to our new place.

    I  sat in silence next to Tom.

    Thoughts of all the things I could have done but did not fell into place at that moment.

     I  held my husband's hand and thought somehow we will get through this together.

  Find out more in Chapter 21

   bye, bye little owlets!

   -Summer out!