ENSUE SusePROLOGUE => May 1875 Bellevue Sanitarium, Batavia, Minois ‘The shadows from my flickering candle shifted agaiout the ose wallpaper so chythmicaly that I began to question if Lac- ‘longed in this sanitarium. No matter how grand they I resolutely ignored the reflections. To acknowledge -would cost me more than I was prepared to pay. ‘As I did every evening, I sat on my bed with 2 copy of Eyre. In vain I hoped to find answers through Jane's and unfortunate fates, ut ao revelations came. They were product of unforcunate circumstances... perhaps Lwas 20 iftin the room's color made me look up. My breath in my throat. My neighbor stood in the doorway. Her silence added to the ‘until eft a if I'd implode. Her loose, dark gray hair stark against her pale pink nightgown, Without her hoop is of skirts, she looked sight, like halfa woman. Yet,2 / Sarah Barthel her presence geasped for my attention as if se were the presi dent himself ler eyes met mine and they pierced me with sympathy. 1 shifted my gaze to the hallway. Surely at any moment, Nurse Penny would appear to return tis intruder to her room. But no one came. Hee nightgown shifted in the slight breeze. Every few mo- iments she twisted her head and regarded me from a diferent angle. The silence grated on me a8 much as her presence fright- ened me ethaps I should have demonstrated my insanity by seream- ing and pulling on my hai, but I was so tired of pretending Besides, something about this woman told me that my act ‘would fool her. ‘After what fel like age, she stepped over the threshold and into my room, Her stride was careful and deliberate. Her ‘movements showed her age more than the gray inher hur did. She was old beyond her yeas "Speak to-me, child,” she commanded. 1 clutched the book to miy chest a ft could shield me from uny troubles. Even though she'd alzeady attacked me once, I ‘wanted her to like me “We all have our reasons for silence. Yours will end” Her words made my heart race. She didn't know why T was here or why I remained mate, bur she showed more empathy than Dr Patterson had. Despite this, her kindness chilled me. I coulda allow myself to trust anyone. Trusting Gregory was how I gotinto this predicament. T refused to make the same mistake twice. “If you need anything, you come see me. Dr. Patterson told ‘me to watch out for you, and T intend to do my best. Under- stand?” Unable to cespond any other way, I nodded. She tilted her head and read the ttle of my book. A smile House oF Swence / 3 pulled at her mouth. “Jane Eyre. There ought to be more hero~ ines like her. She shaped her own destiny and let no man decide for her.” She smoothed a wrinkle out of my bedspread. My mouth dropped open at her declaration, So many friends didn't understand my attraction to Jane's character. This ‘woman, older than my mother, was a true kindred spirit. A bit of my determination crumbled. She must have noticed my warming to her for she demanded, “Make room,” and sat beside me. I pulled my legs to my chest. She took the book from my hand and flipped back to the beginning and read aloud, “There was no possibilty of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed...” ‘Thus my friendship with Mary Lincoln began.@HAPTER I = March 1875, Oak Park, Ilinois Te wasn't fair that before my engagement party began, I vas faced with choosing berwcen any fiancé and my best frend. AS ss00d looking down a the crowd forming in the Town Hall's ryway, my stomach rolled uneaily. At that very moment, my bestfriend, was seeretly marrying her love: Her logic Sense: With everyone celebrating a my party, she and ck would bave no trouble sneaking afew towns over and ging theirlivesto one nother. Patrick was eving for Mon- na few days, and they needed tobe sure Lucy couldn't be ed off by her parents while he was gone, Which was wise, Tucy's mother was busy mingling with a variety of eligible n. The moment Patrick was out of the picture she was jared to pounce. We were both being wise to secure the lives we wanted My ‘was the man I had always imagined marrying: char- smart, and handsome. We would create « wonderful6 / Sarah Barthel life together. I had put «lot of thought into my decision. Lucy hhad t00, only her thoughts were more of love than practicali- ties, For example, how would her secret wedding impact our friendship? Gregory wanted to pursue politics, which was the main reason I aecepted his proposal, but having close friends tvho eloped could ruin his chanees for a nomination, let alone ur I could no sooner give up Lucy than [could give wp ae Iedida’t matter what crazy thing she decided ro do. I'd support, her through ie just as she would me. Through a slitin the bal- cony’s curtain | examined the crowd and located her parents, Mrs, D'Havland wore a blue satin gown cut tothe peak of fash jon, However stubborn the D'Havlands were, they had impee Cable taste. As L sped on her, she gestured toward the entrance tnd invited someone to joia them. I waited for their guest to imerge into the crowd and sharply inhaled. Those bouncing blond ringlets gave her away before I saw her face. Lucy! What was she doing here? 1 dropped the curtain and began pacing the small room. What had gone wrong? Lucy should besaying her vows, not eelebrat~ ing my engagement! Iewas a such momeats T missed Papa. The ‘emptiness his death created left me breathless. Mother ha fret~ fed over our year of mourning, as [ was without suitors when Father passed, No matter her argument, 1 refused ro shorten ny griel If Thad, I wouldat be standing here celebrating my rgsgement to Gregory. I smiled. Father would’ liked my Cheive in husband. Had the fever not taken him, he'd have probably found a way for Lucy's family to accept Patric as ‘well The lining of my gloves scratched against my fingertips. 1 yanked them of Behind me the door opened, flooding light into the room. Mother glided toward me, hee gown skimming the floor. Thad never mastered her gracefulness. Se stopped when she saw my loves. House oF Siwence / 7 “"They’te about to announce you. Why arent you ready?” Leave ito Mother to ura what could've been « meaningfl ‘moment into one of ridicule. OF cours, it must be some huge personal flaw thas left me without gloves. pulled them back on and buttoned them closed atthe wrist. “Tm ready” Vinsised, ‘Whether I was or not, the curtain pulled open and I stood before everyone. My dark purple gown had been selected not ‘only because it highlighted my browa hair and eyes, bat be- cause it popped against the light green curtains and cream all Mother alo ind tht purple wold convey «reg tone to all who saw Gregory and me. Personally, was happy vith the gown more so because the alternative war an amber ‘monstrosity. Thank goodness for small favors. “May I present Oak Park's own Issbelle Larkin and her fi- ance, Gregory Gallagher.” Uncle Walter’s announcement made ime catch my breath. The importance of this moment over- helmed me, I was claiming Gregory as my own, forever. Pd never been shy, but I'd never made this kind of commitment before was stuck in place Gregory appeared beside me as if from nowhere. Taking my armin his, be escorted me down the stairs as ifie were the most natural thing in the world. To him, no doubs, it was, His blond hair put me in mind of greased turkey, but I didn’ le itshow ‘upon my face. He was the one who asked Mother for advice on men’s hairstyles. As he met my eyes, his mustache twitched as he strugeled to avoid a smile. True to form, he held t propriety tod sid othing, booked ox rer orgoess flowed his ‘The moment we touched the marble floor, he ed me to the ‘enter of the dancefloor and grasped me in his arms. His hand ‘was firm against my back as he prepared to lead me. The cou fidence in is grasp put butterflies in my stomach. We were the couple of the moment and he would make us shine. lifted my8 / Sarak Barthel shir with my lt hand asthe band tok hee cu and began a fe “Al worry for Lucy evporated from my mind ashe whi pena nen ay "Let armas loves jour with thisdanc. Tan cold seply we wee tiring aroun the ballroom. ee foc had ech amare looking coupe danced so grace. Mane See woald be x proftale marrage, for he had good inagacs aI flowed him well stn pve lowell and en faded oI plled my quit gorysand glanced around arthecicle offends Fe aT tonnet ound ts Their pase roared in my er tm roa mere step rm us, Senator Quiny’s wife whi re omcting to her husband as she gestured toward ws Mother stood beside them and gave me a pointed look. Kin mo? Hine lame acs anal down at me. His breath tickled my era era etc may take the points bic fa. Your mother aed pane I sill despre mys 1 knew these Hache tha and night Fd draw th ino decors re hae won my afeon, Now it ime we capture the hear of eeryoue te. Kist me” . ie ge peed agunne mine so quickly T did have so sinc my api aed he Plesk ad ieposefully melted my body against his. No doubt, to our rieret we seemed arden in our mal affection, but LW3s00 Bere Ts cppeacig bf vo actually fo anything. rs led stay ao qu ashe began "Shes Vision ere Peni help syple he announced a everyone cpp Pres demanded his embrace and sill my face felt warm witenbarrasmene Mother’ ricnds were surely aken up Gaeyury' dae of me andthe romance of all: ery fa Bree coud Gregory when be arrived and yet he chove SPteny who we ll mourning the lost of het House oF Swence / 9 father. No ony did he ignore other women, but he waited to eallupon unt the mourning yen had passed. Tknow those ‘whole men nthe war noted his patience and woul em Berit Slowiy, we were ainng respect and pausing a Mrs. Quineys we yt and bros smile and knew my ik fad paid oft Mother svode tour side huthng the crowd. “Tknow your fuer woulve joined sein withing you evry happiness, Isabelle” should've been Papa who spoke. For moment thought Is the stn lowers over her face, for she fhe and locked sound athe might appear andopeak Composing hers ke opened her mouthio continue, but was interpre “Dating niece” Unce Waker declare “Bay yout lvl ness shine joy wpon you both for years to come" “As ve no living fanilyto weak forme, 1 humbly thank you for weloming me into your community an allowing me tomeetthisbeauful erature” Gregory puled me ohis side “Tnabele youatea woman of ar an lmegrty only hope that one day Ten him to honestly deserve you Un thes shall do all canto make you happy? Gregory's checks fthed a he kissed my hand. Ladies around u sighed, bt for once | dda observe hose heart. he'd inspired Iwas oo moved by theft mation inside sys tober "he orchestra strack up anew song andthe floor around ut vicky filed wth coupes and well wiser, “There are several geiemen id ike you to mee, Gregory,” Uncle Wale ssid glancing voward a group of men aren che room ncading the president of our bunk our lel eonges faus, and several thers. Gregory's eyes lit up. Tes te so ave as to ignore the influence Unce Wale’ connections droul ave upon Gregory Having a faly member who wat tready in Wathingion would make our ambiions much ade toschiee10 / Sarah Barthel “Thavis the point ofthis gathering” Then, curning to me, he added, “Besides celebrating our engagement.” ‘Someone jostled my back. “Of course. Uncle Walter, take care of him.” "The two men laughed at my words “Join us?" Gregory tugged my arm geney. “Tempting as listening to Uncle Walters friends was, there were other people wich whom I needed to visit. ‘Glancing around the room, I spied Lucy standing alone be- side the tll stained glass window. “I think I'll let you go un- ‘cover the secrets of Washington society. Lucy is waiting for ‘Unele Walter nodded. “Me. Melton has some horse-breeding uestions.” Gregory laughed. “Tllanswer what can. You know my folks died before I was old enough to earn much of the business, but fany Kentuckian worth his salt has some horse-breeding know! ‘edge. [think we are born with i." Noone would ask for more than that." Uncle Walter clapped ‘Gregory on the back and turned him toward the waiting ciecle of gentlemen Letting himself be led, Gregory glanced over his shoulder and promised, “Tl find you soon.” ‘Once he was gone, Ihurried across the dancefloor to whereT last saw Lucy. A few of the couples paused to wish me well, but Tmerely nodded. Lucy waited for me beside the rose garland and I refused to be waylaid, ‘Up close I could sce the dissppointment radiating off her. Doubiless no one else noticed how her handkerchief wasnt ex- aetly folded in her hand of that her smile pinched her cheeks. “[ did't think you'd be here,” I blurted out as I took her hands in mine. ‘Lucy raised her fingerto her lips, urging me tobe quiet. “Pat- rick's mother is ill and he needed to leave immediately to be House or Sitence / 11 with her” She turned toward the window, where no one could watch us speak. “Now, I've nothing to prevent Mother from marrying me off" Tears brimmed in her eyes. "She's already invited Me Stewart over for dinner next week.” “Suny Paice wl esr ston and you wll we. Het nt part with you for a moment longer than necessir.” I squee her hand. = cakes “You don't understand, Isabelle, Your mother loves Gre Ifyou dde’emarry him, she'd probably do so here. Bax Pt rick is tainted by his father’s treason. So long as he remains here, that act will sin his life” She paused, then mst my eyes and ontimad.*Oneeehass home and land plan ro flow “What?! No! The words flew out of my mouth without caution. “I cannot imagine seting up house or raising children trithow you next door Do you even know wat you speak of ‘There are savages in the west who would sooner skin you than Took at you. You cant be serious.” “L will not survive without him.” Lucy's voice was soft, but firm. "You chose Gregory because his dreams match your own, [Never have you mentioned love. I accept that is your choice. 'Now, please accept mine. Iove Patrick and will make whatever sacrifice I must co maincaa that love” Her shoulders squared as if she braced for some kind of im pact, but I couldnt yell at her. She had what everyone wishes fore love good man 'd not make heel guy fort “Lhope Patrick knows how lucky he isto have you.” [pul har ito a hug. rs ioe *Oh, lzzy! ‘Thank you. I was so worried you'd be angry. This is sucha relief” ¥ Behind us the orchestra struck a new tune. In the corner of my eye, coupes switched parners and prepared forthe polka. “Lucy, Leould never stay mad at you.” I paused, struggling with how much honesty I owed her. “You are my best friend,12 / Sarah Barthel ‘Thelas thing wants for yout eve, but Tan respect your choice” Take was going to cope their more to Montana ight c0 atiypoetobe postive Wihsomch dives bres ay tnd ine, Gregory would have no reson to prevent out fren Ship. That elzation calmed my eat, even ase shamed my pride, Cold relly le propriety dictate who or rend were? Half listening to Lucy's designs for her future house, I searched the crowd for Gregory. Locating Uncle Walter al fed wide physique wa eny bt Gregory no lng stood with the poup of men I rowed snd kept loking though the couple wondering wha had caught my Sunc' ean over sock influential gaemen, fst Iwas scowling at Mothers Firtation with a strangs, 1 pied him. By the side door, he flenced back and forth aif looking for someone, Lose o my Eptoesand waved to him, hoping hed fd me quickly through the cow Instead, his unfocused eyes drifted ove me, snd before could make nother movement esippel out the or tnd onto the verand . Locy stepped clone beside me nd cuced her ong. “What Sen earth il he lave he party for? You cn il lee eins Shllin thea Surely no one vising owside onight.” As she So often di, Lucy hd voiced my thooghes pero. Perhaps esi Tit my lip anxiously.“ havet0 makesure something it wrong” ‘i Trey nodded, “Of course you do, Well alk er: Skirting the edge af the dance flor, T made my way past thedancing couples and to the side dor without anyone stp fing me The windows were fogged withthe unrvallycald freathee I pulled the door open sured against the wet ‘ind, ad tipped ouside Theva fo he enon ia vas deserted Gregory war not tere Folding my ams au Til Toad thcorapround porch, bots cons Houst oF Swaner £13, hhim. I was about to give him up for lost when I heard voices from behind the tall evergreen bushes. The wind blew and my ye was drawn tothe hem of an ivory skie billowing below the bushes. “Gregory?” called out. I'd no desire tointrude on acouple’s private moment if it wasn't him, “Where are you?” ‘The voices halted. The skirt moved back toward the entrance to the gardens. As she stepped out I was surprised to see it was a woman in servant’s attire. Her hair was tied back in a low braid and her arms were covered with linen to protect her sleeves from stains. She was a washer girl, She bobbed her head to me, grasped her skirt, and rushed back toward the servants! ‘A moment later another crunch of footsteps gained my atten- tion. I turned my head back toward the lane and saw Gregory adjusting his cufflinks 2s he gaily climbed the steps “Isabelle, what on earth are you doing outside?” He smiled ‘upatme “*T-could ask you the same question.” I frowned. “Who was thac girl?” He glanced at the servants’ door and then shrugged at me. “She asked me fora private word. I didn’t see the harm in it.I ‘was worried there was a problem and hoped to solve it without distracting you or your mother. But, alas, she thought I was, someone she knew. It was a mistake. I'm so sorry I troubled Inhaling sharply, I asked, “Are you sure that was alli was? A... misunderstanding?” If ic was that simple, why were they. hiding in the garden? I wanted to question him harder, but the look on his face stole my confidence. Gregory stepped back and glared at me. “Whatever else ould it be? We must be missed. Let's go back inside.” He took. ‘my hand, ignoring my obvious distaste of his attitude. When didn’t move fast enough he gripped me harder and pulled me14 / Sarah Barthel toward the door. “Lets not make scene. No one will chink it strange we wanted 1 moment alone at our engagement party. [Nevertheless tis time vo return.” ‘When we entered, the orchestra struck up a wal and 1 slided in Gregory's arms the rest of the night. Together, noth- ing could stop us. @HAPTER 2 - “With the engagement properly announced, Mother wasted no time planning the wedding. She probably had these appoint- tens atranged fora least a month The morning afer the engagement party I had hoped to spend resting, but instead Mother dragged me from appointment to appointment until T was sure 'd smelled every flower in Ilnos. I would have been fu ifaay of my opinions had been taken into consideration, 1 held my complains, for we'd yet to undertake the most mpor- tant task: the cretion ofthe bridal gowa. could handle having ross instead of lilies and hiring a string quartet instead of a single violinist forthe church, butthe gown would be my ase. ‘Mer standing on the pedestal at the dressmaker’ for nealy ‘wo hoars, I could hardly remember what design T wanted Discarded fabric bots ly ina pil, ejected, Mies Margaret, our seamstress, was pinning the beaded ivory fabric we had chosen for eny shift. I ied to remain stl, butt was takings long the ‘acitement was wearing thin. Even so, T did my beso watch Mother, who continualy pointed out deals to Abigail, our ‘maid. Poor Abigail had been brought along to collec our pack-16 / Sarah Barthel agerand take them home before we had lunch withheld. Sears prof her dues, bu Mother insted chat aving her Tab ur would crm people's heads. nny opinion, we looked Fompovs, but | eul only ight with Mater of, “Tae ocean iro ack Mis Ma arecexplaned whl keeping» protective hard on my bal "ots lowed and aped ber ingr on herlips. She paced tack and forhin on of me and cluhed her ong. “People peak neers wedding neds tobe the social event of the year For chat to happen bale must be breathtaking” Box Maher Tsid Gerwen th shallow bens he cing pemived, "Need be Bethe in ode tobe breathing? Br paras you wish ny guests to remember his wedding de tobe fang” ee encetsatan exo uly” Mother dere “nnd inceraily nv quaty tht Gregory willutup with” I ghred ther as Mist Marat ied er mouth with ins for bes adjnment 1 knew shit neither Senator Quimy tor Une Waker would be ineered in Gregory's earerif he Wie joining family. Despite that, Mothers word set off ToS ae. Marriage would noe gain me independence, iitahunkandTweuld besworn “love, bono, and obey? Timadecyecontact with Abii inthe mies imploring het ro ay snmuthing Someone hao be on mys. After a1m0- tnt she teped forward and eared her throat ‘bal glnced from Mother to mend the weight of what Lakin lltopon my shoulder She cowie peak against Mather not without consequences, Ere 0, Abighl walked 0 ther de f the room and lipped through 2 ealog onthe Side table “Darden me, Miss babel” Abigl sid hlding up the beak "Bx did you ask me to remind you of «design you sevin Goley'” 7. Thang yee‘Thak you, Abigail ety forgo” Ignoring House or Sitence / 17 Miss Margaret, I stepped off the platform and rushed for the book in Abigal’s hand. She'd opened ie to the fashion plate in the beginning, and her finger poinced to che center girl. The skirthad countles layers in varying lengths, each finished with a ruffled hem. The effect made the waist look smaller without seeming garish, “See, Mother?” I handed her the book. “I thought, perhaps, this kind of skire would look wonderful. See how the layers give the illusion of tiny waist?” Abigail took a bole of fabri from Mother’s grasp and placed iback on the rack. Adjusting the book in her hands, Mother examined the gown, Her tongue clicked again and she tied her head. “Very well,” she relented. “However, the bodice on this isl ‘wrong, This high cut is too matronly. Perhaps if we lowered ic tohere?” She pointed to just above my bosom. “And then layer lace over itto give her the propriety needed.” “Miso Margaret grabbed a shewchbook and let her hand fly as she drew out che design “Like this? she asked, holding oue the book for us to see. 1 gasped. Without knowing it, [had guided us to my dream gown. The tiered shirt and fitted bodice would be perfect on iy frame, andthe lower neckline would highlight my feminin- ity without shocking the world. Miss Margaret pulled out her measuring tape and went to ‘work taking all new instructions forthe dress stood with my farms out and blandly stared ito the mirror. Abigail stepped to the side and mec my eyes. The smile on her face was genuine. She had helped and I was grateful I'd have to find # way to show it Later, Mother and I left Miss Margaret’s shop and walked down Main Street while Abigail trailed behind weighed down ‘with our packages of jewelry, hats and other trinkets Mother18 / Sorah Barthel insted on purchasing Lied to avoid the puddles and horse roping» gracully as pone bt knew Ufa by the gaged ta congealed atthe boom of my shire Mosher See mow tonal whe cing nt ov Tevely the engagement party was and what a occess Gregory had on with all the Iie Te was i 1 hadnt ben there tall Thid my dsappointmest with + smile and pretended to agre with ber oberon, "Tasough she Town Hall windows, Icould semen sweeping oral pling down he owe aang rom yr pred for moms. bg stopped beside me. Peaload vice sb decared,Miss Tell bl we ook for gre Md treo faces "Your lve?” she ake me Tatsred at Abigail, unsure of what she cefezed to, but her bigeyes implored me o play along, After her blp atthe dress shop couldn embarrass ber. est concurred. “My glove™ [Aig fled snd filled inthe dt. could’ Bind it after the ports. Pethps oe of the gs found it here hey leaned” ‘Mother, now bored looked on toward Hotel Horizon vith impatience Tew she was longing fora bow of their wonder fulchowder “Why dont you goon ahead, Mother” Isuggeste. “Abigail and Twilingreater ny love and meet you prompt.” “Don't be too long, dear,” she insisted. “You don't want to mits lunch” Before wating for reply she rushed off down betas ‘Once she was outf erst, Iturned to Abia "What wat allchat abou" ‘Abigail motioned fr me to follow.“ know this is highly improper, Miss Issel but T promised someone an audience mayo? House oF Siuence / 19 Balancing her load in one arm, she ushered me through the side door. In the bright light of midmoraing, the hall wasn't nearly so grand, Instead of glistening with promise, now the flowers wilted and hung oddly from the banister, while huge boxes lay om the flor waiting to be packed up with the serving “This way,” Abigail sid, walking toward a back room. Ifl- lowed, wondering whom I was about to meet. Abigail pulled another door open, and we entered a small roomlined with wooden shelves, wheres girl sat ta table shin- ing a tarnished silver plaest. The gels blond hair was braided down her back over ablue uniform and whiteapron, She looked. ‘pas the floor creaked, “Miss Isabelle!” The girl jumped to her feet. “Abigail, how ddd you manage—never mind, thank you.” Abigail gripped the door, obviously uncomfortable. “This is Katerina,” she explained to me. Then to Katerina she sti, *T'l ‘make sure you aren’ disturbed. Don't be too long. Isabel's mother is expecting us for lunch.” She gave me an inscrutable Jock before she left and then closed the door behind us. Katerina put down her polish and stared at meas if urying to find words. Her dark blond hair glistened in the light from a small window behind her. "You wanted to speak with me?” I asked, hoping to move things along. ‘Katerina took deep breath. "Yes apologize for disturbing your day, but Tam desperate.” “Oh?” T squirmed. Desperate, The word made me want to “Lknew Gregory as a boy and I need him to heer me out.” *You knew Gregory as a boy?" I repeated, She nodded. “It would be improper of me to say anything further.” She paused and sighed. “I tried at your gala, but he ‘woulda’ listen, I mean no harm, but I truly need his help.”20 / Sarah Barthel “the docsn wish to se you, thereis tle ean do shifted iy stance, The further we went in pois, the more often we'd {Tal with such requests supposed this was good practice for the fare, “What is it you need?” Katerina fished. “Ted rather not bring another ito my a fairs, Could you jst try tohave him meet me a this adress?” She handed me folded piece of paper. T took it bu paused. This felt wrong“ can give him your message, but I think it would sound beter if T could explain svhy you wanted to see his.” Taterina stiffened. “My mother helped take care ofhim when he lived in Jolie She's gone now and Tam alone. Please...” She reached forward and took my hand, but pulled away “Joliet, Illinois?” I clarified. ‘Yes, my mother worked for his family for near ewo de- eae Stas Vim so sorry, but you are mistaken. My Gregory grew up in. Kenucky, nor Jolie Tred to contain my rele. “You sought cur the wrong man” But.” Katerina’ voice drifted off. “OF course, how sly cof me. Ihave seen him since we were young, I'm so sorry 10 have wonbled you.” ‘Placing her note back on the table, offered, “It is common name. Tmso sorry you wasted you time” “Again, Katerina epied, "Yes, s0 silly of me” She refused ro leokate T backed out ofthe oom and left her “Tru ther word, Abigail remained right outside. Before she could say inything,Ipulled the door closed swiftly behind me her disappoint- Hotel Horizon was filled with small tables of women, their heads bent together in conversation. The restaurant was sea of pastel hats and gowns as everyone showed off their afternoon House oF Swence / 21 best. pursed my lips at my own choice in gown, an alive green day dress. Despite che ating color, I wished I'd choren a lighter shade. I fel like a wed in ther garden of finery. “Isabelle” Mother swod to gain my attention. “I hope your errand went well” Sting at her table were Mrs. Quincy and Mrs. Abrams I would bear about my delay this evening "Yes, thank you” I replied and rook a seat. prayed Mother hhadn't mentioned the missing glove story. Such carelessness ‘was something only tolerated in young children. ‘The women returned to thei discussion ofthe latest tye of boot asf demarely sipped from my teacup. Pechaps my pres- ce was good for future connections, bt footwear was some- thing to be wora, not discussed Despite Katerin’s misidentifying Gregory, the ge’ plight vweighed on my mind. I didn't doubt her ned, nor the fat that she was mistaken. And yet, she and Gregory had been in the middle of a heated argument when I discovered them, Shouldn't have been resolved then? I added two sugar cubes to my tea, nodded to Mother about the impropriety of loose Ihed boots andusied todeciphermydienma, Asif answering my thoughts, Gregory walled into the rs- taurant, He handed his hat to the waiter and seanned the room forsomeone he knew. When his eyes met mine, asmie it up his face, and after saying afew words tothe maitre d, he walked cover to our table “Isabelle, you look radiant.” Gregory sid, leaning over and Kissing my hand. “The color ofthat gown makes your eyes a deep mystery T'd ike to unravel” He wiggled his eyebrows, making me laugh “Please join us, Gregor ‘empty chair in between us. Instantly Mrs. Quincy and Mrs. Abrams gushed greetings to him. After kising their hands, he took the seit beside me His cologne filled my seases and my heart sped faster. He was 2 Mother said, gesturing to the20 / Sarah Barthel “If he doesnt wish o sce you, there iste Tean do I shifted amy stance. The further we went in politics the more often we'd deal with such requests. I supposed this was good practice for the future. “What is ityou need?” Katerina flushed, “Pd rather not bring another into my af- fairs, Could you just try to have him mect me at this address?” She handed me a folded piece of paper. took it, but paused. This felt wrong, “I can give him your message, but I think ie would sound better if I could explain why you wanted to see him.” ‘Katerina stiffened. “My mother helped take care of him when belived in Joliet. She's gone now and Iam alone. Please...” She reached forward and took my hand, but I pulled away. “Joliet, Minois?” I clarified. “Yes, my mother worked for his family for near two de- cades.” “Vim so sorry, bit you are mistaken, My Gregory grew up in “Kentucky, not Joliet.” I tried to contain my relief. "You sought cour the wrong man, “But...” Katerina’ voice drifted off. “Of course, how silly ‘of me. I havent seen him since we were young, I'm 30 sorry to have troubled you.” Placing her note back on the table T offered, “Its a common name. [mo sorry you wasted your time.” "Again, Katerina replied, “Yes, so silly of me.” She refused to look at me T backed out ofthe room and left her with her disappoint- “True 1 her word, Abigail remained right outside. Before she could say anything, Ipulled the door closed swiftly behind me. Hotel Horizon was filled with small tables of women, their heads bent together in conversation. The restaurant was asea of pastel hats and gowns as everyone showed off their afternoon Houst oF Sitence / 21 best I pursed my lips army own choice in gown, an olive green day dress. Despite the flatering color, I wished I'd chosen lightce shade. [el like a weed in their garden of finery. “Isabell” Mother stood to gain my attention. “I hope your errand went well” Siting at her table were Mrs. Quincy and Mrs. Abrams. L would hear about my delay this evening. Yes, thank you,” I replied and took a seat [prayed Mother hadn't mentioned the missing glove story. Such carelessness ‘was something only tolerated in young children. ‘The women returned to their discussion ofthe latest style of boot as I demurly sipped from my teacup. Peshaps my pres- tence was good for future connections, but footwear was some thing to be worn, not discussed Despite Katerina’s misidentifying Gregory, the girl's plight ‘weighed on my mind. I didn't doubt her need, nor the fact that she was mistaken. And yet, she and Gregory had been fn the middle of a heated argument when I discovered them. Shouldn't i have been resolved then? f added two sugar cubes to my tea, nodded to Mother about the impropriety of loosely Jaced boots, and tried to decipher my dilemma. AAs if answering my thoughts, Gregory walked into the res- faurant, He handed his hat to the waiter and seanned the room forsomeone he knew. When his eyes met mine, a smile litup his face, and ater saying a few words to the maitre d’, he walked over to our table. “sabelle, you look radiant,” Gregory said, leaning over and Heine my hand: “The color ofthat own makes your yea lp mystery I'd like to unravel.” He wiggled his eyebrows, smaking me laugh, Soaks “Please join us, Gregory,” Mother sad, gesturing to the empty char in between us. Instantly Mrs. Quincy and Mrs. Abrams gushed greetings tobi. Ader ising his hand, be ook se seat beside me His cologne filled my senses and my heart sped fester. He was22 / Sarah Barthel inhi clemen nd more native bsnoe of it Motes tok Gnpeey aniulanaitorto meet een td See caberae deoipon of te welding flower Trzane over and whispered ro Gregory “severing all vig” ey shoul be” He ited an eyebrow Tying cc downed ened evar ki. Keeping 7 ok ow expands "That gi you argued with athe pry, Zora Seeabisingent “Spey fae fled He ook spo tx “What could she coor “She choaght you were someon he knew going wp but wa misao” T parc wo examine Gregory a,b Mant heay ty eatin. “Tee bad for her She seemed aly Semaghe® She dcr sem to be in some woubl id to expla wat he thought wan burshe wes intent? He shook TERT Gi Goalies ee nage youn heroes Tehrugged:Weinche pase” ntl yootnericell® “Or he es new you fom jolt dT knew she had sieormaglgine? Sie, Clncy eroped ws. “Ob, 1o be so young and have muuk ssc dons sow wea Ye sn ore handsome Sep Shesinetiererandoeinwe sey spp hiked i ar deton, “Come no dos Ca ety tad sudaie aida dec aie nallukenewipeds youre, Yous ia bn oer” Ya Baym Gallagher se. Quoey nse, but terpink ches el diferent ry. Ser atved thay of desert and acd she nv wile Mater acal he et and te sighed. Be- eithocerledeachig tooo tend emotershd wat Ses Mater eine on weching oa igus for ce hing ne rand angen seems House oF Since / 23 “Mother was expressionless, but I knew she was annoyed. “T believe the time has come for Isabelle and me to return home,” she ssi, folding her napkin and placing on the table. “Thank you for 3 lovely luncheon, ladies. It was pleasure seeing you, Gregory.” Gregory took my hand and pressed his lips to it again. He lingered a moment too long. Behind me, the ladies swooned. He nodded his head to Mother and revurned to his sea, offer- ing the tray of sweets to Mrs. Abrams. Sitting in the carriage, I glanced back to our group through the restaurants window. Gregory used large gestures to ex- plain something while the rwo women satin silence, captivated by every word. Mrs. Abrams didn't even notice her hat was slightly crooked. “That is how you make connections. Gregory can now stay the rest ofthe afternoon and impress those women until he's had enough,” said Mother. ‘watched as Gregory ted his head back in a large chuckle, and I felt my stomach flutes. Whatever concerns I had fitted away. Gregory was a good man, ‘The following afternoon, I wok my sketch pad out to the front yard. The frst tulips had sprouted and I hoped to draw ther. My efforts never amounted to much, but it gave me an excuse o sit outside for houes without Mother chastising me. I know she boped Id produce something wonderful, but my ‘sketches were too obvious to excite any real interest. ‘The tulip petals were just blossoming and the light cast rosy complexion tothe garden. "The charcoal in may hand flew over the pages I examined the lines in front of me. “Another flower?” 1 jumped and looked over my shoulder “Lucy! climbed to my feet. “I didn't know you were vsit- ing” Well, I didn't realy tel anyone. Mother and Father have24-1 Sarah Barthel gone to the city for the day and I can't stay in that house all alone.” led her to ovr porch swing. Before sitting down, she wn- pinned her har and placed it on a small table, In unison, we kicked off and swungin silence for afew moments. “Have you heard from Patrick?” I asked. Lucy shrogged. "Fle has written, but he's so worried about sy reputation, [have to read chrough his words to understand ‘what he really wants to say. Icis exhausting” “Td gladly have his leters come here, but Mother reads all she mail” “And she'd surely tell my mother” Lucy sighed. “He's such ‘agood man, sabelle Beter than most, I wish people could see tha.” 1 know* [looked down our street. Many of our neighbors hnad secrets in their past and yet had been forgiven. Bu Patrick ‘would forever carry the guil of his father’s actions. Ie dida’t teem fai. His father had died in prison before the war even ended. ‘Lucy cucked her rongue. “Enough about me. How are you?” smiled. *T know that smile. What happened?” Lucy's eyes lieup with delight “Nothing has happened, not like you think.” I met her gaze. “tes just—the more I see Gregory in society, the more [realize how icky Lem.” ‘Lucy siniled and kicked our swing higher. “He is a good man, Isabelle” “T never hoped to have both an advantageous marrage and an affectionate one. It has taken me a bitby surprise.” Lucy squeezed my hand. *You deserve no les.” And you. Are you certain your parents will not change their sinds about Patrick?” Lucy silenced me with 2 look. House oF Siuence / 25 “Me. Stewaris coming fr dinner tonight. He works the bank wih Day He ind wl pat Same we nd im handsome. I shuld be ech, if now grail Lacy’ voice was thick. “He just isn't Patrick.” 7 i ‘My fend’ head fll tomy shoulder and we swung as she cred the teat she dae no shed at hoe,@HAPTER 3 = Abigail had che third Tuesday of each month off. She often spent it at her mother's house on the outskirts of town, visting ‘Father family since Mother didnt approve of them coming 0 ‘ur home, Ie had been fe days since the dress iting and ill needed to thank her propetly. That morning [illedabat- et with fui, assorted muffins, and wea. Itwas asmall gesture, Dare woul dsr abigsmiysbwe ed "The front porch steps of Abigail’ family’s house ted un- seeadily to the lef, and the small white home seemed to lean with them. T shook the road dirt from my skict and adjusted Iny lavender gloves before knocking on the door. "Shug sounds fled the air ax Abigail shouted, “A mo- Tmiled at what Mother mighe say iT shouted through our door. "Miss Labelle,” Abigail exclaimed, and pulled the door tight agtint er back. Her sage gown and browa apron were ov ted with flour. “What ate you doing here?” Her eyes dared dlown the eect. “Is something the mater?” House or SiteNce / 27 held the basket out coher. “I wanted to thank you for your help with Mother atthe dress shop.” “Idida’t do anything but give your mother an image to work from. She only wants your happiness.” Abigail flshed. 1 pressed the basket into her hands, “Without your influence, Pd be getting married in a dress I hate.” Wind blew over the ryard, seateringa few stray leaves ‘Abigail released her grip on the door and took the basket’ hhandle with both hands. “I appreciate your thoughtfulness, Miss Isabelle” She glanced back into the house. For a moment, wondered if she would invite me inside. spoke quickly to save Abigail any embarrassment for the state of her home. “I don't have much time and must be on my sway. Ijust wanted o thank you." Abigail’s checks flushed, clearly seeing through my ruse. “Thank you, Isbelle. I'll bring the basket back with me this evening” She slipped back inside and shut the door behind her. Tighed and glanced axouud the acighbor hood whose homes alllooked as if one good storm would topple them. A crow cawed over meas Iturned down an unfamiliar street and made my way toward the centr of town. The spring breeze felt crisp a it pulled small pcces of my hair fre. 1 was tempted ‘to unpin my har and lec the wind do its bidding, but knew Td ‘never hear the end of it from Mother. Instead, kicked a peb- ble down a side strect just to prove I stll had my own will, T-watched it bounce the length of nearly five houses before it landed in the ganden of small brick home with dusty windows and no porch. It seemed silly, be I wanted to keep the me- mento of my small defiance. T turned down the road and went toretrieve the stone. As I knelt to pick it up from the moise dir familiar raised ‘voices filled thesir. I boked upright and turned to look or Greg- ‘ory. But was alone on the street. Rubbing the smooth pebble ‘with my thumb, I shook the notion from my mind. Gregory28 / Sarah Barthel had no business here; I must have been mistaken. Iwas turing ae those silly women Lucy and I deplored. Those who could Ahly ek of ther beloved and saw him everywhere. Taughed st myself and turned to eave. “regory, plese! Mother said you'd be able to help” My ruouil went dry. Heating his name I could no longer deny it was him. “The fron curtains were thin. Not wanting to be een, rept townad the side ofthe house, hoping to hear more, On the side wy ake house was a ow of bushes just tll enough to conceal sre hid myself and listened for more. He must have known, acrina previously. He wouldat have come here if he had wTYour mother ita Tia, Katerina,” Gregory exclaimed, his tone sav with anger. °T will not let you make a foot of me ‘What clic has she tld you?” Tresined against the house and closed my eyes: Why would Guepury lie about knowing thst ge? Such behavior didat ft soaks respectable man Lagreed to marry. I opened my yc TT peeve caressed me, Had I deceived myself about who Gregory was! Did I know bir well enough to make any as- sumption? ee ised the ai and sharered my racing hough Gregory aurmured something low, and the seream was cut short. “Ghout thinking, Ijumped from my hiding spotand lunged toward the font door, ippingmy skirt onthe brambly bushes True aptnst the font door, but i would budge. Some= ding cashed inside. I posbed harder agaist the door, hoping thoytaere allright but i did't move, tn fac, all my ffors Ty made a sound. [pt my ear tothe woods hoping to hese ameshing, Had they been attacked? Had she hurt Gregory? Terhape one of them had become ill an fallen. Lwanted © run {orhelp, but who to fech? When something ese shudded tothe floor, Pd had enough. House oF Sener / 29 | stepped back from the door, looking for a window oh Bie far eislowr un tn lessee erin lows were too dirty to see through, but the side ones were covered inside only witha sheer spring curtain. An- other thud eame from inside the house. I pushed through the ube and grping he window ee peed, first I couldnt see anything, bt as my eyes became us Ben gh Teel ha othe using of xo BStows wee sia ot he ono Hele the re steamed. 1 squinted looking for Gregory or Katerina, but igures on the floor, one on top of che other. My head spun. Were they lovers? a te ‘No, if chat were true, her cries for help didn't make sen forced myself to look again. saan ‘Gregory was on his knees, his hands on Katerina’s th ‘ fon Kateria’s throat Bs Lads sense of what Isa, he presed down harder gaint trina. Her hands clawed against is coat sleeves and her legs struggled to move away fon him. Nothing she did made any Aiflerence. Gregory didn't move. My fiancé, the man I was to spend my life with, could and my life with, coulda’ be ‘capable of something so horrific. Yet, the truth was directly before my eyes. There had tobe an explanation. willed myself tobe calm and swallowed the tears threatening to overwhelm ‘me. Katerina didnt have time for me to be hysteri ee 10 be hysterical. I had to Lifting the top layer of my skirt, wrapped i f rt, wrapped itaround my fis, Big slayer of poverton As prpared to break the wine dls the scene inside changed. Katerins’s arms slowed and sd tothe floor and her les stopped kicking. | was too late Gregory sax back on his heels beside Katrina's sill body, ‘aking his shaking fingers through his hai. Even through the furtain, I could see the terror on his fae as he took in what he'd done. The redder his face became, the less brave I fel. At- {tempting to stop him in the moment was one thing, but walk-50 / Sarah Barthel snpinjurar be anedbekild memes something BE eaoeels Sa ri over Katerina’ body and fee her neck. He See ee cou hk we naring tims il hale p hiss and ho iar a he ‘air. Then he jumped up, adjusted his coat, and looked | around si Then fe ed haha sen me we led Sn aking dora be eel a pears care paces ‘My fiancé was a murderer. ‘The front door burst open followed oy the sound at Grego- ct ot ee pepe cose him sr Fee ree al plled my knees to my chest and held my aid ek boogie took sound i a or ioeiay uartngeouse see God ora me ol See aera rT erg ecient dae i out oar Rowing ied Te ee riacttianeior icobedy A a feline needed tee ce on cegtemand net Joe Ce So a eee and owing opens Se eeen ier! a ca A ee eateemetaed et el Sa ae aie eas Ta Danse twp me a aa es ee ng He ey oul tions dor neny ade war ee Ae bene punt ay x, Dt ee ae te snl api House oF Siuece / 31 the front step. The small room held few pieces of furniture and ‘even fewer hiding places. Thinking fast, flew across the room and crawled beneath the bed, pulling the quilt down low to ‘conceal myself. ‘A moment later the front door ereaked open, and Gregory reentered. I recoiled from him and curled up tighter under the bed. His footsteps were heavy and his breath was loud and un- even. If hadn't knowa better, I'd have thought he was drunk, bbut Gregory had refused every drink I'd ever seen offered to hhim. I slithered as close to the wall 28 possible and held my breath. Gregory knelt beside Katevina and lifted her lifeless hand to his chest. “I didn’t mean it,” he whispered hoarsely. “T'm so sorry. 1 didn't mean it.” His voice cracked. I slid forward slightly so I could see better, careful not 10 ‘make a sound. His brown suit was wrinkled, and his mustache needed to be combed, ‘Rocking back and forth, he hugged himself and shook his ‘head asif ina fi. Then he snorved and regained his composure. Hii face was splotchy, but his mouth was set in astubbora line. Tknew that expression well—he had come to a decision. | Carefully, he placed his hands under her neck and knees. AS hae stared into her bluish face, his cheeks flushed again. | “Lean make this righ,” he insisted. "You will noc have died invain” "Then, he lifted her corpse into his arms and walked slowly ‘out of the house. The front door closed with a slap as if Kat- ferina herself were angry with me.I et that monster carry her away, and for what? To make it right—what did that mean? "The only person he could make ic right for was himself; she was dead. swallowed the bile chat rose in my throat. He had brazenly walked out of the house without any kind of cover upon her, ‘The first person who spied them would know she was dead. But Gregory was too smart :o allow that. He was going to dis-32 / Sarah Barthel pose of her body, Iwas sure of it. Quick as T could, 1 erzwled but of my hiding place and ran from the house, nt even Worry- {ng about the dit and dust that was surely stuck in my baie. He ‘would not getaway with ths, notif I could stop him ‘Once I was out ofthe house, Gregory was nowhere to be found. How had he moved so fast while carying her?1 gulped and lunged into «run. Uhad to find the sherft Tearmed down the stret that led straight into town, These roads weren't as well cared fr asthe ones Twas used to and a= fer only two steps; my foot sid into a hole, ewisting my ankle. “last” Lexclaimed as fll othe ground. My ankle was al~ ready swelling I'd never makeitback town lone, There was ‘only one path lft ro take, Summoning my stengeb, I hobbled down the road back to Abigal’s house. As T approached, [saw her in the fron yard snpinning laundry that had been drying in the sun. “Abigail” I called out to her, wincing as I put weight on my injured foot ‘he looked up, startled, as if she didnt recognize me. My breath, already uneven, sped up in fer. “eS me, Isabelle” I ealled out, now only two houses away. “The stays of my corset fleas if they were tightening, and {had to stop walking to catch my breath. Yet, even standing stil the word turned and the full weight of what I witnessed fll ‘upon me. “Taabelle?” Abigail reached me and put a hand on my shoulder. “He did it” I wheezed, trying desperately to breathe. “He killed ber.” “What?” Abigail asked. 1 grabbed her hand and clawed at che back of my gown, try- ing to loosen my corset, but it was too late. Tid invo darkness. CHAPTER 4 = Voices ded me, all clamori surrounded me, all clamoring to be heard, but the dake sel meg The faint vn a csv ny conus and the sfc quit I rpped ald melas ny own Sle oe "Something col and wet war preted agsinst my forehead, ie seek werner Against my eyes but refused to open them and rolled my head aay fom There was a rustling as Abigal leaned over and Whispered, "Do not awaken yet” I clenched my eyes to show that head her, and sheeted co dabbing my forchead with thecool compress. ‘ Finally the commotion calmed enough for me to different ate the voices 3 What do you mean ‘stacked’ Mother's deman it demanded. Her Mrs. Larkioy look at het: Her gown is shredded and her arms an legs bruised and scared. Her corset was loosened some point and her ake i ewellen"The man's deep voice Was familie Searching my mind I elized it was Dr. Carson.54 / Sarah Barthet “When she wakes up we'll probably have more answers, but you should steel yourself wo the posi that someone did your daughter harm.” “All this to bring you a basket? Thope you're happy, Abi- tail” Leavei to Mother to blame a servant "She was fine when she visited me. It was when she returned that something was wrong, ma'am.” Abigail rinsed the wash- cloth and reapplied it to my forchead. Water droplets trickled down my cheeks, but I resisted the urge to wipe them, for I ‘wanted to hear Mother's response. “I don't know what hap pened, but Tam srry she was harmed.” Hadn't I explained to Abigail what happened? My head pounded, and I couldn’ remember wha: Td said or not before Tainted. Abigail pressed her hand hard against my forehead, preveating any movement. “TL believe the noise is distressing Isabelle,” Abigail whis- pered, her voice thick with concern, “Oi course” Mother replied. "We'llleave” The door ereaked as she pulled it closed behind them. I could hear their muffled woices from the ball “Shall | call for tea, Dr. Carson?” How could Mother think of ea when Iwas injured? Yes, thank you.” Their voices faded as they walked down the hall ‘Once I heard our top stir creak, I opened my eyes and tried to sit up. Dizzines slapped against me and I lowered myself back onto the pillows. “What happened? Why is Dr. Catson here?® “Abigail raised a finger to her mouth before pressing her hand against the door to make sore twas closed. Once satisfied, she feturned to my side and cook my hand in ers. “If Tam right, you will thaak me. Ifnot,no harm's been done by the deception." ‘My head spun. “What do you mean?” Abigail silenced me with a look of true pity. “Before you fainted you ssid ‘He killed her’ Do you remembes?” House oF Suence / 35 Her words brought thos lst moments back tothe fore root of my ind nodded and tied not ts locke wy fromm her. Despite my desire to bring out che truth, Iwas shared. tou shul vested Grey. Ye Thi Ag hese me she demand, “Who? Wo ied ‘My mouth went dry looked down atthe diamond ring I wore aa symbol of Gregory's devotion, and dread fushed my eee. Before [could anewer, Abigail whispered, “Wait Gregory?® Tinhaled vo quickly that I coughed. Abigail jumped from tay bed and paced the floor, “Forgive me, abc Jon mean Hovoflend. Is just gone wo fetch Dr. Carson for you when Teame upon Gregory carrying Katerina’ body 1 towoy and Yyour words would let me think otherwise” Trised myhand cost her. "No... youare sight” Ipause ie septnccirant palecuinmmesiecasteane oer ory. Tsaw him. saw him kill Katerina On the las word my oie cracked, and himp swelled in ny throat “Abigail knele beside my bed and pushed the air from my face. “Ishought as much, label, you must listen wo me- Greg. Bry broughc her body to De. Carson office aiming he found her disheveled, as if attacked, and gasping for ar near our side oftown, He clsimed he tried to revive her once she went uncon. cious, brcouln't and sohe rushed her to Dr. Carson, hopin Bei, Caren so sored Garey hale Greeny ea hero for trying to rescue a poor servanc™ She paused snd ripped my hand. fen, bt wat apn overcome with a ware of isc lasbelle,Dr. Carton believes you were stacked by the same as wo Killed Katerina, since you were inthe same part of ova isting ne Nothing ne corse he ngre fon. He believes aman took advantage of you and left you to Sib eioefindioghisnertvinia? F36 1 Sarah Barthel [My mind reeled with this news, but I couldnt let it deter sme from my path It would be haed, but Gregory’s tale must be discounted. My stomach rolled atthe thought of him, but 1 stecled myself to my task. was safe. In Dr, Carson's eyes, my ‘words carried more weight than Abigail. Before T could open my mouth, Abigil patted my hand. “Tl get them for you. See for yourself what they believe.” “Thank you, Abigail said. “For your protection and your "Abigail paused. “Before you speak with them, may I sy one more thing?” I nodded. “Gregory killed Katerina. We don't Know why. Don't give him another target.” She slipped from the room. ‘My hand shook as I reached up to dry my eyes. Abigail pointed tothe very thing I had tried to avoid. This was more than a horrific attack. This was my Gregory. My smart, hand~ some, and charismatic fiancé, whom T'd trusted my future qo. cand now that future was gone. The wat spilled over and down my face. Abigail was right. Forget about rusting him. Ihe knew I was witness to tis, he'd surely kill meas well. [Td seen the fear his eyes. Whatever happened between them ‘went desper than I understood. “The tears subsided to a bursing threat and I dried my face with the edge of my nightgown. I struggled to elevae myself on the mountain of pillows around me. Mast as T managed to sete against the cushions, 1 heard Mother’ distinc cip-clop stride approach my room. She lung the door open and entered, her dramatic lily scent accompany ing her. ",tlelle, youre awake!” she exclaimed. She flew across the room and perched on the edge of my bed. "We've been 0 wor. ried, my darling” athe my smile to her, wondering what she'd say if we were alone, With Dr. Carson following at er heel, propriety House oF SiLeNce / 37 ‘was above all else, Knowing that would be on Mother's mind, T reached my hand out and gripped hers, showing our solidarity. Such an image might give me credibility with the good doctor. He took my other hand and pressed his fingers to my wrist “Hmmmm,” he grumbled and rubbed his bald patch. “You seem abit excited but that’s to be expected. How do you feel?" He laid the back of his hand upon my forebead gently as if I were « porcelain dell. I shook him off. Theidea of any man touching me sent shivers throughout my body. “As well as to be expected, thank you." I allowed him a small smile. Then, sitting as tall as I could mus- fer with my pounding head, Isaid, “But I must explain. I went ‘to see Abigail. Bu after, I heard voices and they were shouting and...T mean, I saw... saw Gregory with Katerina in het home chs afternoon.” ‘The two looked down at me with blank expressions. Then ‘De. Carson cleared his voice and turned away from me. “Confusion is a symptom of such attacks,” Dr, Carson ex" plained to Mother. Then to me, he clarified, “You saw him dis- ‘over her, you mean?” "No." I struggled to find the words. “I saw him... saw him...” Words failed meas the tears clogged my throst. “H-he strangled her.” | Mother dropped my hand and backed away, the look on her face horrible enough to silence anyone. “What is the meaning ‘of this? Isabelle, do-you realize what you are saying?" Dr. Carson busied himself with his bag of bottles. *Yes, Mother.” Of course I knew what I was saying. “I saw Gregory kill that servant gil, as you call er. I know it sounds {impossible but I saz it happen. I stood beside her and looked. into her dead eyes. We must eal ehe sheriff. need to tell him ‘what I remember before I forget any detail” ‘Mother was silent for a moment, staring at me as if I were 4 confusing stain she wanted bleached away. “No. You are38 / Sarah Barthel self. He'd gain countless connections for trying to save some eet eee aay ing her to town himself he’s blinded you to the truth. He wants ae ee ee re eee rar Renee ee ob e Tded ndt ate ae eats Seer aonn ee eee ee ee eae aes ec eee ee Sac i Mother waited until the door clicked shut before turning her ng from. House oF Sience / 39 ted face to me, “Pechaps this falschood is easier to believe than the truth, but no good will come from lying to yourself. Tell, sme whae happened, and I'll do my best to see your attacker punished.” I fixed my eyes on her. “You think I concocted this whole story? What could be worse than believing my fiancé a mur- deer?” “Oh, my dear. You have been robbed of so many things You're afraid this man stole your honor? Perhaps some would turn their backson a woman after such an attack, but not Greg ory. I assure you, Gregory will love you no matter what you tell us. He wants to build a life with you, Don’t let your fear of ‘ejection make you a lar.” Mother rubbed her forehead 2s she sat beside me. “If this is about your wedding night, I assure it will be fine, perhaps even enjoyable...” "Mother!" My voice cracked in shock. How could she be so idiculous? As if cared about sex at atime like this, “Isaw him Aill her. ls hands pressed against her throst until she turned luo and died” “I don't believe you.” Mother's voice was flat. “Gregory is ‘not capable of doing such an awful thing. You are mistaken.” ‘Afternoon sunlight cascaded through my bedroom window, reflecting off my bedspread, and forced a cheeriness into the room. Yet, Mother stood still as a eat, wating for me to admit Pd been lying. “Mother, [am quite certain of what saw. Iwill not yield." 1 spoke with a voice that was stronger than fet. The soft pile of pillows on which I rested threatened to engulf me. “Isabelle, this is nonsense. What possible reason could he | ave had to do that girl harm?” She didn’ wait for an answer before she shook her head. “No, you are mistaken. A man of Gregory Gallagher's character wouldn't stoop to even associate "with such 2 girl, let alone have reason to kill her.” ‘The throbbing of my ankle radiated up my leg. “You raised40 / Sarah Barthel weep ak Ge an ae or ere er ne rate et Se etna ce a Bebe alton pet ova {eset LT reer your reputation by accusing your fiancé of such an atrocity? a er ee a ae gale earpee creepers ele ee ky Pe ee ee pnceolieadensy a erage aa oe - ee ee ante Berle ica (plo elaine cone pushed you into this match, Isabelle, and Iwon' have you ee cence eae det haaseta na aldo ee arias boacia CHAPTER § * I i ds ie sine nmap She poked o hard hat ney el ff my ha bt drm Rio cringsinl fight Siuucees Tsk ikaw en drugged after my conversation with Mother and Dr. Car- son. Nor only that, but my drug-induced slumber hadn't been erful I eit if 'd walled to Chicago and back. Dptlcistc rights” Lepat Abgal posed her broshing for mo ‘ment while I idgeted, then she resumed her work Cocking her head vo one side and meeting my eyes in the airror, she suid, "Peshapeif you tried wo eet from tei per- _pectve?” Trubbed my forehead and sighed. “Abigail... never mind.” My voice fl imp. Never before had ever fe 0 alone. Did Mother really not believe me at all? Could she rejet meso care- lessly? Riga cd act get x chance to py for wt that moment Mother burstinto the room, a large box with a card attached in hands. She placed the box on my bod and opened the ead fing ic high in the ir a if posing fora portray she ead,42 / Sarah Barthel “My dear Isabelle Please enjoy the roses this morning, and ‘eel better knowing my affection is with you. Love, Gregory.” 1 flinched as Mother read his name. When I said nothing, ‘Mother held the card out to me. “Darling, is there another such ‘man in the world?” “Abigail yanked the brush harder through my hair asa small, astonished ery escaped my lips. “You can'tbe serious, Mother,” exclaimed, “You expect me to rejoice in this gift? Hes not the ‘man we thought he was!” ‘Mother came behind me and snatched the brush from Abi sails hand. “Not this nonsense again. I thought we'd finished ‘with that yesterday. Your own attack has confused your mind.” "What attack? T have already explained that no one did me harm,” Abigail backed away from us and began making my bed. It seemed that she was determined to stay in the room but out ofthe conversation. Still, her presence gave me hope. “I know what saw." ‘Mother raked the Lruslehiough my hair over and over until the strands shown with clarity and my scalp burned in pain. “I ‘want no more of this foolishness, Isabelle. If you cannot con- trol your mind, then say nothing at all. will not drag that man through the coals. I won't do it. You will come to your senses soon and thank me. Lam sure of cha.” Pil never thank you for this," I insisted and grabbed the brush from her before she could attack my hair again. Mother, attempting to ignore me, picked up the roses and tumed toward the door, then stopped. “Gregory is the man ‘you chose, Isabelle. You will marry him and 1 shall dance at ‘your wedding,” She slipped out the door and pulled it closed behind her. "Abigail plucked the brush out of my hands, stepped behind ‘me, and asked, “Shall we braid your hair today, or simply tie it back?” “Braid,” whispered and then let her turn me into « proper lady. House oF Swexce / 45 1 waited until Mother left to pay calls to her acquaintances before slipping out of my room, My boots clomped against the hard floor, the sound echoing off the walls. With every step T took, I was sure I'd be discovered, but no one came. The clock in che hall chimed ten o'clock, and I exhaled in reliel. There ‘was 00 one here, It was Tuesday. Our cook would be running errands and Abigail most likely was walking the wash down to the laundryworan, Despite my swollen ankle, l was determined to see the sher- iff. Perhaps he would believe me enough to investigate my story. My hand was on the front door handle when someone cleared her throat behind me.I turned. "Good morning, Abigail,” I sai, erying to sound aoncha- lane. can't let you leave, Miss Isabelle” Pardon?” Had | relly heard her right? *Your mother charged me with keeping you home. The win dows and doors ar all locked, Dr. Carson warned the sheriff of your condition already, so talking to him won't have aay effect” Instead of replying, I turned back tothe door and started to unlock the lock. Immediately, Abigal grasped my wrist and spun meso chat was pressed aguiast the wall Losing that con- trol sped my heart ino such fear that I nearly passed ou again. “Abigail?” 1 asked soy “Yim sorry, Isabelle. care for you and your situation, bu need tis job” ‘Along moment passed before I wrenched myself out of her grisp and limped dawn the hallway. There was nothing lee ro fay. li Tcoulda’tleave,Icouldatlesst ses my ankleso that when Twas free I had two log to stand on. My stomach growled “Tsabelle,” Abigail called behind me. raised my hand without looking behind me. “I'm going to find a meal. hope you are allright with that.”——— 44-1 Sarah Barthel She didn't reply and I didn’t look to see if she followed. ‘The kitchen table was covered in a pale pink tablecloth and devoid of any breakfast remnants. My stomach growled in dis approval, Mother had only permitted me plain toast and broth Since the incident. I scanned the counters and shelves, but found only fruit. sighed and resigned myself voan apple when noticed that the door tothe pantry was cracked open. Nudg- ing it open further, I was met with the most delicious smell of cinnamon scones and strawberry jam. "With full plate, I eft the kitchen and walked down the hall way and into the front room. Mocher would have a fit if she knew I had food in her precious parlor, but for once | didn’t care. I placed my meal on a side table beside Papas bookshelf ‘Claiming they were an assaue tothe eyes, Mother had gotten. rid of all the books in the house except for these. Secretly, T thought it was because she'd been jealous over how much time he spent reading on topics in which she had no interest, How- fever, she knew if were to make a good marital connection, we'd have to appear to be well read. So Papa's collection had remained where it was after he died. I was grateful for that, for teach time I opened one of his books, I felt him beside me, read- ing 2s he'd done when Twas 2 young child. knelt to the floor, reached to the back corner of the bot- tom shelf, and pulled my old friend Jane Eyre out of her hiding place. Papa had bought the novel for me a few months before hhe became il, Despite i being a woman’s novel, he had read it ‘on one of his travels and admired Jane's sprit. He handed it 10 tme and said, “She's a plucky one. Read it nd learn from her” 1 needed her spicit now more than ever. ‘Settling bick onto the pink sofa, which neatly matched the ose patterned rug and Grecian wal tableau, I took a bite of the scone and reentered Jane's world. A few crumbs fell onto my blouse, and I brushed them away. As 2 young child, Jane was trapped as I was by misinformation. I fet her situation more keenly than ever before House oF SILENCE / 45 pbmialled in er wold sas 1 did't se Abilene “Miss Isabell!” She pot tal vate of roses on the center fable. “You should ot be eating in here. What would your smother say?” “Truly don't care” I replied. _ Abigail looked at me with a pained expression before plac- jing a card on the receiving plate beside the vase and walking cout of the room. I tried to recurn to my nove, but the flowers continued to distract me. The ones Gregory had sent earlier ‘were red, and these were pink, probably chosen to match the patlor. Mother was annoying ike shat. And yet, f Mother had ordered them, she would've erdered wlips for shir shape bet- “ter highlighted che curvature of the furniture. Mother would never have chosen ross for this room. Stung the rest ofthe scone into my mouth, I dusted myself off, not caring where the crumbs ly, and walked tothe able. Upon close nition I nati bw he ip ofthe one ‘were « darker pink than the insides. Someone had puta lot of cgi ite hie lanatced she card rom the plate pled he envelope open, and read the inscription: To my darling Isabelle, May these flowers illustrate the complexity of my love for you. Recover quickly. I mist your smile, for it brightens the darkest parts of my soul Eternally yours, Gregory ‘My lips twitched. He sent more lowers! What on earth was he after? _Just standing in the samo air asthe lowers made me feel Arey. Rage swepe darough every limb of my body until Uhad vo ‘expel it in some way or burst. Instinctive, I grabbed a flower from the vase, ripped the petals offi, and flung them across the oom. The action felt so good I grabbed another and snother46 / Sarah Barthel and another. The stem’s thorns pricked my fingers and palm, but even that fee better than letting them reside in my home. Before [knew it, was out of breath, and there was only one rose left in the vase. Gregory's bouquet was destroyed. I had expected to feel better, bur only felt empry. My situation had ‘not changed, and now I had a mess to clean up. Flower pet- als and leaves lay over nearly every surface in the room, but it wasn’t enough. The petals mocked me still. Gritting my teeth, [dug my heel into a petal, ewisting it back and forth until it was imbedded in the carpet. It looked broken and shredded, and satisfaction welled in me. Over the next few moments I ‘mangled the rest of the petals, letting my feet say 10 Gregory what I coulda’. ‘That was how Mother found me. I hadn't even heard the door creak open, but there she was, standing in the center ofthe doorway with her mouth open like a codfish, Calmily, I cleaned the bottom of my shoe off and turned toward her, I tilted my head slightly to the right, questioning the look of locrox she ‘gave me, ler cheeks were fshed and hee lips pursed ina tight, thin line, For a moment I tried to view the scene chrough her ‘eyes and realized what I must look like: crazy. The thought sparked more anger in me. I met her eyes lifted my foot, and. ground another petal into the carpet. I dare you, Mother, 1 thought. J dare you to call me crazy. Slowly, she reached up and unpinned her hat and set it on the rocking chair. As she unbuttoned her overcoat, her eyes darted about the room and widened when she discovered the ‘crumbs and plate of jam. After what felt ike a very long time, she cleared her throat. “Well, this isa mess. Abigail will have toclean it wp before Lucy and her mother come for dinner this evening” ‘She'd achieved her goal By pointing out the added work I'd created for Abigail, she'd made my fit seem childish. There was nothing I could say to undo the mess so I knelt to the floor and. Houst oF Sitence / 47 Dogan collecting the remnants ofthe lowers into a pile. The shredded petals let lle marks on the carpet. T traced them with my finger. Mother returned the vase its place inthe center af the table and sighed. “He realy loves you, Isabelle. You must remem- ber that. Men like Gregory Gallaher don't come into your life more than once. I know you are struggling, bu ty to remem bez” looked up at her, searching for some revelation. A] found was anger. Hot tears burned my eyes as Mother fingered the card he'd lef. 1 dida’e think, juse grabbed the vase from the table and hurled it against the wall, sending shards of glass to the floor. Mother gasped, bu remained mosionlss. Slipping the card imo the bosom of her gown, she left the room whispering, "You'll member. You must remember.” No. You must understand, thought asl collected the larger Bhat of ho vase, Bot Mother hed given me onc small opto sling to: Lucy was coming to visit If anyone could help, she would.