The DifferenceWe settled in, and the carriage started off.
We crossed the bridge to Diamond quadrant. Even though I showed them the invitation, they made us wait an unusually long time before they let us cross.
Diamond Manor was perhaps an hour’s drive, which with the wait would put us there well after four. My invitation had been for tea, but I doubted Jonathan would care if I arrived a bit early.
Jacob Michaels had positioned himself at the very farthest end of the bench seat across from me, steadfastly peering out of the window.
This was the man who had cared for my husband since he was a boy. Yet he’d sworn allegiance to me, going so far as to offer to spy on the man he’d vowed to protect with his life. Why? “I never got the chance to thank you for all you’ve done.”
Michaels gave
