Echoes of My Heart

Previously

…“Eleanor?” he began, his voice a carefully modulated tone of concern, but the practiced ease was gone. Mrs. Zingo looked up, her eyes red-rimmed but clear, a steely resolve hardening their depths. The storm that had raged within her had subsided, leaving behind a chilling calm. “Who is Isabella, Arthur?” she asked, her voice low and steady, devoid of the tremor that had plagued it moments before. Mr. Lott’s face, usually so open and expressive, became a mask of carefully constructed innocence. “Isabella? I… I don’t know anyone by that name, my dear. Perhaps you’ve misread something?” The lie, so blatant, so utterly without merit, struck Mrs. Zingo with a force that stole her breath. The