Karl spoke softly, as if he found it hard to talk about it at all. The soft soot-blackness of the trees and hills; the river reflecting in long loops the violet and silver sheen of the sky. Nothing has changed, she thought. Perhaps it only existed in Charlotte's mind, but it seemed Madeleine's illness and her own secrets were darkening everything.
Everyone leapt to their feet, Karl included. It's as if she doesn't feel safe unless she can find him. I think Charli escaped, ran to Fleur and he followed. Jenny was clearing the table.
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