Chapter Thirteen
London
Witherspoon Town House
Brighton
Edward found himself outside of the Witherspoon Town House, a week after the masquerade ball. It had taken him that long to finally make this leap which he knew would change everything. Even no, standing here, he had wavering thoughts as nostalgia hit him. This was no Suffolk. It wasn't 1812, still, it felt as though he would find himself in the field of Witherspoon manor, if he took a step further, transported back to that boy, having to bow his head to a man who had everything he did not. Who was everything he was not. Somehow, he knew he had that moment to thank for his life, now. If Lord Witherspoon had not happened upon them that fateful day, he never would have sent him and his father packing, and his father would never have
