Before Modette left the city forever, she wanted to stop by her home in the Notre Dame cathedral one last time. But not to her room, oh no. She needed actual closure before she moving to… well, she would have to look for clues of her family's whereabouts later.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." At least, that's what the people she read in books as a child said. Modette proceeded to tell the priest the whole ugly story—it all started she was born. She told him how her face had been the cause of all the trouble.
The priest was not supposed look at her. But it was a special request she made. So he climbed out of the box and stood across from her. He gazed upon her—bald spot, hunchback warts and all. He did not recoil in horror, but reached out and, ever so tentatively touched her face. With Froella gone, there was nothing left in the people's reactions but curiosity. Modette still kind of felt like a specimen. But at least not one that was cursed.
Maybe she didn't have to go so far in such a hurry after all.