Past the Point of No Return

Chapter 5

Christine's POV Third Person:

Christine gathered all the food that they would need. Some bread, apples,cupcakes that she had made for Ebony's birthday, and of course, the meatballs.

She went back outside but then thought that she might want to tell the Persian that they were coming and that no one must know.

Yes. Christine and Ebony were going to the Persian for help. Christine trusted him and ever since she ran from... him, the Persian had become a good family friend.

She grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a quick note detailing the past few months and the events of the day, ending with that they were leaving the moment Christine was finished writing the letter and that he could expect their arrival in two days' time. She placed the letter in an envelope and sealed it with the de Changy crest.

Christine rushed outside with the letter and Ebony's bag, now filled with provisions. The stable man had readied the horses and the coach man was ready to go.

Christine jumped in the carriage.

"Take us to the nearest train station, please," Christine requested the driver. He nodded and they left the manor.

Christine sat back in her seat and let out a breath of relief. They were really leaving. They were going to be safe.

"Mommy?"

Christine turned her head toward her daughter.

"Yes honey?"

"Where will we go?" Fear shining in the young girl's eyes.

"Well, sweetie. You know how we were going to Perros tomorrow? Well, we're going there now so that your father - we can just call him Raoul now - will go there in the morning and there will be proof that we went there, so he won't suspect anything. I will tell the innkeeper to give Raoul a letter- Oh! The letter!" Christine exclaimed, remembering the letter to the Persian. "Excuse me, monsieur? Can you stop by the postal office please?"

"Of course, Madame de Changy," the driver replied.

When they arrived at the post office, Christine hurriedly got someone to deliver the letter and paid extra for them to hurry.

Christine got back in the carriage and off they went toward the train station.

Upon arrival, Christine got out of the carriage and lifted Ebony out. They got their luggage and went up to the ticket booth to get two tickets for Perros.

"Excuse me, madame? When is the next train for Perros?" Christine asked hesitantly, sensing that the woman was in a grumpy mood based off of her body language and facial expression.

"It leaves in about an hour. Why do you care?" The woman snapped in reply, sneering at Christine.

Christine was shocked at the woman's hostility. She hadn't done anything to this woman to deserve such treatment. However, her father had raised her to always keep her composure in these situations. Papa always said that you can't fight poison with poison, Christine remembered. She dismissed the hostility and answered the woman.

"My daughter and I need to get to Perros-Guirec," Christine replied coolly.

The woman raised an eyebrow and stared at them for a minute. When Christine gave no further explanation, she gave a heavy sigh, reached for the tickets, and said, "Two tickets for Perros-Guirec, correct?"

"Yes, madame."

"Would you like first class, middle class, or low class?"

Christine thought for a moment, then replied, "First class, please." She figured that the seats would be most comfortable for Ebony so she could sleep during the 5 hour train ride to Perros-Guirec from Lorient, the town that they live in.