SWINDON, MARCH 30th, 1872
Ten days pass. Ten days and my aunt is glued to my side the whole time. After that dinner she never left my side for longer than a few minutes. I don’t dare to ask her when her next business trip is, because I suspect she won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
Today, on Holy Saturday, it is my first time leaving the house after I fell from Phantom. I attend the Mass with my aunt, and I am under her close supervision the whole time. I know Ezra isn’t here, because the workers are still at the estate, so I let my eyes roam around the church freely, not caring what my aunt is going to think. It would be even better if she thought that I fancy someone that is in here. This way I can lead her suspicion away from Ezra. I know that she figured out what is happening with
