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Three: An Indian Not-So-Brave
A shriek echoed from the hallway into Olivier's room. She herself was already awake, having purposefully neglected to pull the bell that called the attendants. She had been dreading that shriek.
She heard the doors burst open, and after a suffocating pause, her bed sheets were flung back to expose her hiding place – no; her tactical retreat – and Mother's panicked hands grasped her firmly, but gently, running deftly through her hair. A moment passed in which Olivier thought for certain that she would be killed, but for now she was safe. Until it was discovered that she was the culprit.
