[2]𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙀 𝙇'𝙊𝙀𝙄𝙇 | Hannibal Lecter

IV.Relativity

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M.C. Escher
1953
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BLANCHE endured 3 days in pure anxiety to meet her. She barely paid attention to all the forensics and scientific explanations she came across, all she could focus was now the upcoming criminal psychology class, where she'd finally see Alana Bloom right in front of her.

Ashley skipped class often, but that didn't bother Blanche. In fact, she preferred to be on her own to deal with this, to meet the woman who knew her father with her own eyes. She wondered why Jack never mentioned it to her, not even in his old agent stories.

The sound of the door opening and the heels on the floor startled her, and she caught glimpse of the elegant Alana Bloom entering the class with a polite "Good Morning" before beginning.

Her lecture was calm, meticulous as she gave multiple examples and asked questions from time time. Blanche's mind could only wonder to the mysteries concerning her father's past and his contribution to the FBI that led to his disappearance, was there any chance that Alana Bloom knew what happened to him?

Well, when the bell rang announcing the end of her class was when Blanche was about to find out. As the other students excused themselves from class, the young Graham silently approached the professor. "Miss Bloom? Could I have a word with you please?"

Alana Blook turned around, giving a polite smile while seeing the brunette. "Yes? How may I help you?

"I...well..."She tried to find the correct words, while Alana patiently waited. "My name's Blanche, Mischa Blanche Graham." The last name almost altered by the last name. "I'm Alice Mallory's and Will Graham's daughter."

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Her private office was sophisticated yet minimalist. She didn't have any belongings displayed, nothing that was characteristic of herself, almost like she didn't want anyone to have at least a fragment of her life. One could always wander what she feared to lose.

After politely giving Blanche a cup of coffee, Alana sat down on the armchair in front of her's, while her eyes still seemed a bit oblivious, distracted.

"Will Graham..." Alana said as she blew the vapor coming from her white cup. "...that's a name I haven't heard in a while." She gave a half weak smile. "How is Alice?"

"She's doing great." Blanche responded, questioning how much that woman knew. "Living and working in London, busy but happy."

"That's great." She nodded. "It's only fair for her to be in a good place, after her loss." She looked at Blanche for a minute. "I am very sorry for your father he was...a great man, a great agent."

Blanche thanked her, but still held herself not to make more questions.

"So you knew both my parents?" The girl said.