"Get up, we're going" said Thenardier to Eponine as he grabbed his gun and bag of tools from their new home in the Parisian slums.
"What?" Eponine responded, her father's voice had come unexpectedly and broke through the silence that had previously been occupied by Eponine's thoughts. Although it had been three months since she had been told she did not have a brother the idea of him still relentlessly occupied her mind.
"We've got a job" her father's voice once again pulled her back to her unpleasant reality, "some rich idiot has decided to go to England for a couple of weeks and as left his home full of treasures."
"How do you know this?" Ever since coming to Paris her father had seemed to be finding more and more dishonest ways to put a meal on the table, and Eponine was more frequently becoming a tool in his plots.
"Why does it matter how I know it, I do, now if you know what is good for you, you will get up and get out the door."
The threat sent a shiver fear went down her spine, she knew that her father was being serious but she wasn't going to let him know. She simply shrugged and stood up and walked out the door with her father. In the cold, dimly lit streets Eponine finally had a chance to ask her father some questions without fear of a response in the form of a blow across her face or a kick to her gut. He wouldn't hurt her now, not when a job was minutes away.
"Papa, is Gavroche in Paris?"
"Eponine, stop going on about Gavroche, like I've told you before there is no Gavroche" he said with an impatient sigh.
"But you came with him to Paris, and then you came back without him…did you leave him here."
"There is no Gavroche Eponine"
"THERE IS AN GAVROCHE AND YOU CAME WITH HIM TO PARIS"
"Keep your voice down" her father hissed
"He is in Paris, isn't he?"
Her father didn't respond he just started walking quicker, creating distance between him and his daughter before finally turning around and hissing at her again "keep up girl!"
Once they arrived at the job Eponine stood outside of the gate and kept watch for the law to come by and spoil her father's plan. Nothing happened and as she stood outside of a home that represented everything that Eponine would never have she couldn't help but smile. Her brother was in Paris. Her father hadn't necessarily confirmed her theory but it had to be so. It was the last place she knew that he was going. She often saw bands of boys running around the streets, begging for coins and stealing scraps of food; she was sure that Gavroche would be among them and she was going to find him.