“You’ll have to ask Sophia. She planned to search his belongings herself,” Concordia said.
“You said in your letter that the Capshaws wish to adopt the boy, correct?” Miss Hamilton asked.
“Yes, they were waiting until they returned from their honeymoon.”
“But it was at the wedding that Florence turned up?”
Concordia nodded. “Although she didn’t come forward and claim she was Eli’s mother until after they’d left on their trip.”
“I see.” Miss Hamilton tapped a lip thoughtfully. “What were your impressions of the woman?” She sat back and took a sip of her tea.
“Deeply suspicious, unwilling to volunteer any more information than necessary,” Concordia began, thinking back to her only encounter. “Awkward with Eli, but that’s understandable given the circumstances. She seemed under great te
