Chapter 5
The Palais Garnier was a stunning piece of architecture at the heart of Paris. Amy and I had hit all the main attractions this summer, but though she had a love for art, she had no joy for opera or ballet. Apparently, her parents had dragged her to one too many performances as a child, and instead of instilling a passion for the performing arts, it had ended up being more like trying to get kids to eat broccoli and killing their taste for it for life.
So, I’d never even seen the palatial building, let alone set foot in it.
But I damn well knew what it was.
As a child, I had been starved for art. My mom used to sing opera before she gave up her career for my dad. Not that she was going to be singing in the Palais Garnier, but she had a voice like a songbird. One winter, when w
