When she turned her head, she saw Tess peeking out of the cabin, waving at her to come over. Fetching the butter could wait, she decided. Except for supper, she hadn't seen Tess all day, not even at church. Is something wrong? She hurried over. Tess closed the door behind them and gestured to the table, where Frankie was sitting. "What happened?" Nora looked at the serious faces of her friends. "Please sit down, Nora." Nora sank onto a chair and laid her hand on the scarred table. Lovingly, she traced the burn marks in the wood, taking comfort in the old memories the cabin held. "I think Amy knows," Tess said. Nora's grip on the table turned desperate. Her heart lurched against her ribs, pounding out a frantic staccato. Bitter liquid burned her throat. She lived in fear of this happening for many years, and now that the moment had come, she found she was utterly unprepared. "Amy knows?" Her cheeks pale beneath a hint of rouge, Tess nodded. "But how? Now that Luke's not here, how could she find out?" "Luke?" Tess frowned, then pressed her hands to her cheeks.
