She’d as good as left him, he thought sourly. And the worst part was he had no idea why. Her note had been nothing if not vague. He read it again. Going to recover at Elizabeth’s. What on earth type of disease had overtaken her that she felt the need to vacate their home and take up permanent residence with Elizabeth? He’d gone to go see her every day, just as he’d done when she was still at home. But every time he went, he was informed she wasn’t well enough to allow visitors. He hadn’t believed that for a second. He’d been a minister long enough to know doctors typically informed the family of the bad news if there was any. No doctor had contacted him about bad news. He even doubted she was sick in the first place because he’d never seen a single doctor’s bill. He may be a vicar, and she his wife, but no doctor was going to accept an extra prayer in their favor as payment.He’d graciously accepted the excuses made by the timid maid that answered the door. At first because he didn’t want to get her in trouble with her employer by pushing past her and searching the house for his wife.
