She wasn’t going to look. Her eyes briefly opened as she glanced at the folded parchment lying on the pillow next to her. The heavy embossed seal. No, she wouldn’t read it. She tossed on her other side, away from the unwelcome letter. She’d been restive for two whole weeks, sleeping little, eatin...
She lifted her face and let the mellow September sun warm her while she inhaled deeply of the rich green smells. They were walking along the bank of the stream that wended through the woods behind the cottage. “Midday feeding, a good time to catch fish,” Jon said, stopping and pointing to the str...