Chapter 16
I don't know how I knew it was Thomas, having only glimpsed a figure dressed like almost every man in attendance at the party. He fell past the window in the blink of an eye, but I was absolutely certain it was him.
And, to judge by the sudden sobbing scream, so was Mary.
I ran to the window and unlocked it. It opened out like a French door, although too tall to step through. I had to sit on the pane and swing my legs over before I could drop down into the snow and run to the crumpled form a few feet away.
Yeah, the dress was totally ruined now.
He had fallen into a bank where the snow that had been shoveled off the patio had piled up. At first, I wasn't even certain if he'd been hurt. He had only been on the second floor, after all, and the snow was deep.
But he wasn't mo
