One of the servants quickly serves me juice and eggs on toast; Shelley hovers, refusing to let me leave until she has watched me eat every crumb before handing me an apple.
“I’m fine!” I assure her, but still, I take it; tapping my leg Hunter slowly gets to his feet and stretches. I watch him. He’s been off since he woke up, almost depressed. “Hunter, come on, boy.” He wags his tail, moving to keep up as Shelley leads me back to my room. Once we are inside, she locks the door and turns to me. Reaching into the pockets of her apron, she pulls out a key.
Grabbing some decent clothes out and removing the robe, I pull on a long sleeve blouse and one of the skirts; I have to roll it to keep it on my hips. This one is a lot lighter than the others.
“This key is to the back entrance behind the
