I can hear Lourdes’s ragged breaths getting stronger and more measured. The entirety of their story is catastrophic, devastating. “I’m sorry for what happened to you,” I say, knowing it’s not enough. “I can’t imagine . . . I . . .” My voice startles Catherine, and she wipes away the tears on her cheeks, embarrassed by her emotional vulnerability. She takes out her compact and checks her reflection, sniffling hard. She snaps it shut, the click echoing in the room. “Eli,” she says coolly. “We have to get to the ballroom. We can’t risk it now. Kenneth will be on a rampage.” Elias isn’t convinced. “Go without me,” he tells her. “First I have to convince Audrey what a terrible idea it is to attend the party. Even if she does look smashing in that dress.” His compliment is tinged with the tone of an impending argument. “Get to the party, Elias,” Lourdes says in a low voice. She groans, shifting on the bed. Joshua climbs to his feet to check on her, and Tanya sets the washcloth aside, but Lourdes shakes her head, letting them know she doesn’t need their help.
