Sinclair at the back door leading out of the kitchen toward the greenhouses and stables beyond. I had changed into a pair of jeans, a heavy sweater, and my sturdiest boots. Over that, I put the cozy red parka and mittens I had found in the closet in the foyer earlier in the day. She burst into th...
Hannah was nothing more than a girl, just seventeen years old; Simeon was thirty, thirty-five, perhaps. Maybe more. They’re both buried in the cemetery on the other side of the island. Have you seen it?” “I have indeed. We drove by it the other day.” Iris went on. “Good. You can find the exact bi...