Flashbacks and Contrasts The scent of furniture polish clung to Sarah’s nostrils as she knelt by the marble fireplace, dusting the ornate carvings she'd once chosen herself. Her knees ached — she was not permitted knee pads — and her wrists were raw from repeated scrubbing. The fire crackled softly behind her, casting long, warm shadows against the gleaming floors she had waxed only an hour earlier. Behind her, she could...