Bonds

Ellie Pearson pressed her nose against the car window, watching identical houses blur past as her family’s station wagon wound through the streets of Levittown. The summer heat shimmered off the pavement, distorting the perfectly manicured lawns and cookie-cutter homes. “Almost there, kiddo,” her father called from the driver’s seat. “You excited?” Ellie mumbled a noncommittal response, pushing her thick glasses up the bridge of her nose. Excited wasn’t quite the word. Anxious, maybe. Terrified, definitely. She’d never been good at making friends, and now here she was, thrust into a new neighborhood in the middle of summer vacation when everyone else already had their social circles firmly established. ...

The delicate hands of the pocket watch trembled in Evelyn Blackwood’s palm, its golden surface gleaming in the soft lamplight. Her brow furrowed as she peered at the intricate engravings etched inside the case—a series of cryptic symbols that defied comprehension. Evelyn had always prided herself on her keen intellect, but these markings left her utterly perplexed. She glanced up at the ornate grandfather clock looming in the corner of Lady Amelia Rothschild’s study, its steady ticking a soothing counterpoint to the racing of her thoughts. As governess to Lady Rothschild’s young daughter, Evelyn was accustomed to solving puzzles and deciphering codes to keep her precocious charge entertained. But this… this was something else entirely. ...