She’d managed by avoiding him like an infectious plague the day before. He made it easier by staying gone all afternoon and then declining Priscilla’s invitation to dinner. Arising early, she wasted hours of dread and a well-practiced speech intended for Priscilla should she try to force her to breakfast again. She’d gladly brave hunger, thirst, and whatever else was required to avoid Pearson Foster for the rest of her days. Luckily, Pearson had a speech of his own prepared and left for the lake without crossing the yard to eat. Remembering Theo’s dejected scowl and slumped shoulders as the wagon rumbled from the yard, Addie felt a twinge of guilt and wondered where they were taking their meals. “Adelina!” Priscilla’s shrill, panicked voice echoed through the house from behind the study door. Addie swiveled on the kitchen stool and gaped at Delilah. “Oh my, she sounds distraught.” Delilah’s eyes bulged with dread. Hurrying over, she yanked the fork from Addie’s hand.
