Chapter 18
“Hello? Anyone here?” A woman’s voice. Miss Winston.
“I’m sure I heard someone,” another woman answered. “And the flap is open.”
Concordia glanced down at Susie, face buried in her shirtwaist. They mustn’t find her here.
She pulled the girl further into shadows and bent down to look her in the eye. “Susie,” she whispered, pointing to the rear flap of the tent, “go find your aunt.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder, toward the approaching voices. “Don’t let them see you.”
Susie’s eyes widened.
“Quickly, now,” Concordia hissed.
The girl fled, the knife clattering to the stage as she ran. Once the back flap had fallen into place, Concordia took a shuddering breath and straightened. “Over here!” she called to the ladies, stepping into the light. “We need a doctor. Mr. Wynd
