13
Two months later
Sabrina stared at the pure white sheets of her bed and nibbled her bottom lip with growing dread. A second full month had passed, and she had not yet bled. Her cycle had always been quite predictable until . . .
Oh Lord . . . I cannot be.
“Miss Talleyrand?” Nelly, one of the maids, entered the room. “You’re as white as a sheet. What’s wrong?”
She glanced at the bed and then the maid. “I must see a doctor. One who is known for his discretion. Could you find me one?”
Nelly nodded. “Let me ask Mrs. Hutchins. She would know.”
Sabrina was still standing in her nightgown by the window, gazing out at the gardens, when Nelly returned. “There’s a doctor named Dr. Givens. I wrote down his address for you.” Nelly passed her a slip of paper.
“Thank you.” She finally forced
