The orphan girl named isabelle

Previously

…As the sounds of the Inspector’s arrival grew louder, a profound sense of relief washed over me, mingled with a deep, sorrowful ache for the parents I had never known, and the sacrifices they had made. The locket felt lighter in my pocket now, no longer a burden of mystery, but a beacon of truth. The path ahead would undoubtedly be fraught with challenges, but I was no longer a naive orphan girl. I was the daughter of Henri and Vivienne Dubois, and their legacy, their fight for justice, was now mine to carry forward. The cost had been immense, the shadows deep, but in the dawning light of truth, a fragile peace began to settle.