CHAPTER SIX
Ilse stood facing the two-story blue house on Mundenhoffer Street. Her mouth felt dry as if she'd been sucking on cotton swabs. Her chest hammered. She glanced up and down the street, wondering if she'd missed it. A couple of the homes further down looked close enough to blue, so she was now second-guessing herself. Three doors down, at first, the multi-family duplex had seemed purple. But now, standing outside her chosen residence, she wasn't so sure.
"You're stalling," she said out loud, directing the words at herself.
Her fingers tapped against her thigh, and she breathed in for four seconds and out for four.
Memories were a tricky thing. She couldn't recall much following her escape from the basement with her siblings' help. She couldn't remember, even, how many sibling
