I did not move for a long time because I was waiting for my hands to be steady enough to put the ledger back exactly as I had found it.

A woman like Rowena had already paid, for ten years, the price of someone noticing too loudly.

Chapter 19 — We Do Not Discuss Rowena

At eight the next morning the kitchen smelled of dark roast, and Jonathan read the paper and rotated his signet ring and remarked that I had slept late.

I was reading, I said, pouring myself black coffee from the carafe.

I found some old family albums in the library.