Marguerite

If he couldn’t tell me anything and the cops had no leads, then I was going to go to the one place that I knew would have answers for me.
I was going to the Pedestal.
Cleo was gone and nothing I did got me any closer to finding the location of this Farwalker place she’d told me she was going. I have no leads, no clues, but I’m going to do everything in my power to find my friend.
As soon as I set foot in the Pedestal, as soon as I met the man she’d left with, all I could do was demand answers to where they’d taken my friend. I may be broken, but I’m nothing to be pitied and I’m going to get answers if I have to bring every cop in the city down on this place.
Then Helena came, then I got the answers I’d been after, and they were nothing like I’d been expecting. So, what possessed me to agree to stay? To meet the men she swore would be able to see beyond my scars to the loneliness beneath them?
But will they be able to? Since my accident, no one has even bothered. So, what made these walkers, my walkers, any different? Will I find what Cleo has? Will the Inn turn to us and see what may build in the space between their damage and mine?