All Chapters of Where She Falls, We Catch Her: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11: Tiny Hands, Digital Dreams, Velvet Petals EverywhereThe morning light filtered through the terrace doors, painting the west wing in soft gold and stretching long shadows across polished floors.Eva lounged on the rug, tiny tablet balanced in front of her, fingers tracing shapes she had memorized yesterday, patterns she had already cataloged in her mind.The digital interface responded with quiet animations, but she paid them little attention, more focused on the gentle tilt of sunlight across the garden outside, on the rhythm of leaves brushing in the breeze, and on the small spiral of pebbles she had started arranging nearby.Evelyn leaned against the marble railing, tablet resting on her lap, smartwatch dimmed but still quietly vibrating with reminders she ignored.Her gaze followed Eva’s meticulous hands, noting the deliberate pauses, the careful alignment of tiny stones, the way the child’s eyes lingered on the interplay of light and shadow.Each subtle gesture spoke

Chapter 13: The Kingdom of Spines and Sunlit Dust TrailsThe east wing of the Lioré estate was a quiet place — tucked away behind long white hallways, where the air smelled faintly of lavender from the antique vases on marble pedestals, and where the walls were lined with tapestries embroidered with stories older than the empire itself.Modern recessed lights had been fitted discreetly into the carved crown mouldings, casting warm gold light without disturbing the charm of centuries past. The kind of quiet here was not simply an absence of noise — it was a presence in itself, the way silence deepens in a church or an old library.Most of the household staff rarely ventured here unless summoned. It was lined with unused drawing rooms, guest chambers still scented faintly of perfume from long - departed visitors, and the manor’s greatest treasure: the private library.No one expected a two - year - old to find it.Yet, one bright morning, after breakfast and a short but determined adven

Chapter 15: Silk and Silver Spoons and Modern Little LuxuriesEva blinked at the final shimmer of sunlight spilling across the nursery floor, then padded quietly to the dressing area. Her small hand hovered over her neatly laid clothes — silk frocks, tiny patent leather shoes, soft socks folded like origami.A gentle chime from the smart wardrobe system indicated the temperature outside: eighteen degrees, clear skies, perfect for the outing Evelyn had scheduled. Eva tapped her tablet lightly, opening her storybook app briefly, flipping to a page with dragons curling in watercolor skies, then set it aside. Today demanded real - world observation.Vivienne appeared, towel - draped hair still damp, checking her smartwatch for the morning reminders: breakfast completed, hydration logged, hair combed.Evelyn, adjusting the final folds of Eva’s dress, set her phone on a stand, glancing once at the synced calendar notifications: car departure, seating arrangements, and the subtle alert for d

Chapter 17: Between Coffee, Tablets, And Glances, Silence Speaks LoudestThe corridors of the estate held onto the stillness long after the night had ended. Shadows softened against the silk curtains, and the faint hum of the central heating pushed gently against the silence.In the quiet, the rhythm of the household did not stop — it only shifted, wrapping itself around the unease that lingered. Security cameras blinked their muted lights, gates registered locked, doors recorded sealed.The monitoring app on Evelyn’s phone confirmed every detail as flawless, yet she checked it twice more, eyes narrowing as though the numbers themselves could lie. Beside her, Vivienne watched with a restrained calm, arms folded loosely as if bracing against something unspoken.Eva had long since been put to bed, her small form curled beneath layers of blankets, the lavender diffuser filling the room in timed bursts.The tablet on her bedside table dimmed into sleep mode, its paused story still waiting

Chapter 19: Fragile Blooms Threatened by Shadows, Secrets, And DangersThe morning arrived soft and deliberate, pale sunlight filtering through smart blinds that shifted automatically to balance warmth and glare.The house was quiet, not the absence of life but the hum of modern systems running unnoticed — heating circulating evenly, lights adjusting subtly, notifications queued silently on muted phones and tablets throughout the estate.In the nursery, Eva lay curled under a lightweight blanket, a small tablet glowing faintly on the floor beside her, its automated reading program paused mid - sentence.Vivienne moved first, glancing briefly at the tablet before rising. Her slippers made no sound on the polished floors, her movements precise, habitual, almost imperceptible.She walked past the kitchen, where the coffee machine had already completed its cycle, and the refrigerator hummed faintly, keeping produce and medication at exact temperatures. Each sensor, each device, seemed to