“She was seen.”

Like mice skittering from room to room the words spread, interrupting daily activities. Maura wasn’t supposed to be seen? Why? Was there something wrong with her? Maybe it was her eyes. Papa said they were like starbursts surrounded by blue sky. That would be like Papa to make something strange seem lovely. Or maybe it was because she was a snoop, always searching for what rested in undiscovered places.

For whatever reason, Maura needed to hide. Again.