Chapter 14
When James arrived home he locked himself into his house, lit a single candle, sat at the table, and stared at the cauldron in the hearth. So much about that house hadn’t changed in over three hundred years. He looked at the seventeenth-century furniture, his vast collection of books, the peaked roof ending in two points overhead. He shut his eyes so tightly it hurt. He was trying to summon Elizabeth, begging to see her, wanting to feel her in his arms again. Sarah was so like Elizabeth, and yet she was also her own woman. Again, the problem of wanting to be with Sarah and feeling Elizabeth so strongly the two became confused. He could sense that Sarah felt it that night too. He had wanted her, and she had wanted him. He knew it from the softness in her eyes, from the way she p
