CHAPTER SEVEN
Ilse could no longer avoid the town of Leavenworth. Devon Gibson lived smack dab in the center of one of the upscale, cul-de-sac subdivisions. The backyard faced mountains, and she heard the bubbling jacuzzi as they pulled into the driveway.
The town itself, in the rearview mirror, exactly reflected some of her own memories from her childhood.
Bavarian architecture, small, quaint. There was something of a Christmas feel even though they were in the middle of July.
Ilse shifted uncomfortably in the front seat. She didn’t like thinking of her past. She could remember many times, heading into town with her father, where he would stop at a small antique store to buy porcelain dolls. He’d been something of a collector.
Ilse could remember sitting in the back of the truck, sta
