Nobody is blaming you, sweetheart.

Come and stay with me.

It was beautifully done.

Had Lawrence not warned me from beyond his own grave, I think I might very well have gone home with her that afternoon, grateful for the kindness, and signed away my life by the end of the week.

Chapter 12 — Come Stay With Me

“Frances, sweetheart,” Shirley said smoothly, her voice a balm poured over the room, “nobody is blaming you for anything.

We’re all just trying to make sense of this strange situation together.”