Their three children, two girls and a boy, peered around the corner with frightened eyes. The oldest and youngest had eyes of brown; the boy’s eyes were light blue.
Peter said, “If we could leave, we would, but Mr. Roy would follow us, no matter where we went. We thought it would be better here, that Mr. Anthony could protect us. But …” He shook his head and turned Amelia away, then looked over his shoulder, anger in his brown eyes. “She is your maid and under your care; you’re supposed to shield her, not put her into harm.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, but it felt hollow. I turned to leave.
Peter said, “Don’t come here uninvited again.”
I took luncheon in my rooms. My hands shook. I tasted blood. My teeth hurt. By the time I ate and put on enough powder to hide the large darkening bruise on m
