They didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. Never had she been more thankful for John’s quiet nature. If ever there was a time for the little boy to slip past someone’s notice, it was now. But where had he gone? The cabin only had one door, and he’d not exited there. She would have seen him.A window? Mr. Barrett had a small one in his bedroom, but the latch stuck something awful. She’d barely been able to pry the thing open herself when she and Marietta had aired out the room that first morning. She couldn’t imagine John’s tiny fingers managing the task.Well, wherever the boy was, he was out of sight and out of mind as far as the two villains were concerned, and that was victory enough for now.“We’ll wrap her up in this.” Winston flung the charcoal-gray blanket from Stephen’s pallet into the air with a snap. It fluttered gently to the floor. “Lay her down, and hold her arms and legs steady.” He was ready with another handkerchief to secure Lily’s gag the instant Jimmy relaxed his hold on her to lay her down.Lily’s eyes met Charlotte’s.
