Lost. I’m lost. In the past week I’ve become someone I don’t know. I no longer recognize myself.
“. . . very pale.”
Isabella attempted a smile. She swallowed and spoke, “I’m perfectly all right, Cousin.”
She might not recognize who she was, but she recognized the emotion rising in her breast. Not dismay, but hope.
I want to marry Major Reynolds.
Isabella blinked and looked around her. The world seemed somehow different, unfamiliar. A world in which she might have a husband, children, a family.
It was a dizzying thought.
Isabella walked carefully down the steps, holding onto the railing.
The route home seemed much shorter than usual. Isabella listened with half an ear as her cousin discussed the morning’s sermon. In her mind she built dreams of a husband with a scarred face and gree
