“Um….” Charlotte pulls herself up, her smile fading. “Yes, I suppose….” Her voice falters as she looks at the screen. “I’m not sure.”
He leans forward, elbows on the table-top. “Charlotte, I have to ask you. Is it possible that Tom was spying on you? You told me once that you never really understood why you were at the farm. Is it possible that Tom was watching you for Klempner?”
All her uncertainty is back. “I don’t know.” She stares into the distance. “It’s true, I never understood how I came to be at the farm.”
“Perhaps we should ask Klempner,” suggests Michael. “It had to have been him that had you sent there. We know that his interest in you was very personal. Perhaps he wanted you to mature in a different environment than Blessingmoors?”
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