Zech had given her the directions. As the carriage pulled up, Nesah scrunched her nose. Admittedly, it was a nice house, but the notion that Uriel had built it himself like some common squatter... 

At least that was what Zech had told her. Nesah had to find out for herself whether everything her older brother had told her was true. Surely not all of those scandalous things could be true at once? If it was, she hardly knew Uriel anymore. At least some of it must have sprouted from Zech's petulant, lonely little mind.

The driver helped Nesah off the carriage and she paid him. She took some time to look at the house and gather her thoughts, while the carriage rode away behind her. Then she took a deep breath, walked up to the door, and knocked. 

It had been a long time, and she wondered what her brother looked like now. She herself probably looked more ladylike now than in the past, dressed in a smart purple dress and hat, and a brown fur coat, her dark hair tied up neatly, and her chin up. At least she and Zech tried to play the part. She'd see what Uriel had to say for himself.