For the rest of the day, the inn was abuzz with the doings at the church. Everyone had a theory. Mrs. Ruark especially seemed eager to share her opinions of what exactly had caused the sudden unnatural events.
Micah heard none of it. He was too concerned about Jefferson. He’d gone to Jefferson’s house in an attempt to find out what was wrong, but no amount of banging on the front door drew a response. Ewan dragged him away, as assuredly as he had done at the church. Micah’s feet felt like lead every step he took away from Jefferson and his friend’s obvious distress.
Night fell. Micah stood at the window, staring out into the darkness, while Ewan stoked the fire behind him.
“Perhaps it’s time for us to return to Boston,” Ewan said. “Your studies can’t wait indefinitely, sir.”
“No, they
