Chapter 17
1846
The snow was coming down in a wet blanket, and it seemed the closer Hazel got to her destination, the more adamant the flakes became that she should never reach it. It was ridiculous of her to even venture out on a day like this, but this was the first time in almost two months that she had found the time—or perhaps the gumption—to use her free time to come further into the city, and she felt compelled this morning, after the evening she’d had with Mrs. Hayes, to seek Mr. Williams out once more.
When she reached the newspaper office, her hands were freezing, and she almost didn’t dare draw one out of her pocket to open the door. She had no gloves, her coat had several holes and patches in it, and the hat she wore did next to nothing against the wind. She hurried to get i
