Chapter 11
It had only happened once, and two weeks later, when Isaac swept her into his arms and announced he was ready to share his bed with her once again, Lydia hoped he wouldn’t see the look in her eyes that might let him know of her infidelity. Surely, she’d been hiding such indiscretions for long enough from people she loved Lydia could manage to fool him as well.
Lying in the bed in his room, his arms draped around her, Lydia wanted to feel enraptured in afterglow, but the guilt ate away at her, and for a moment, she contemplated telling Isaac the truth, that the day after George had moved the chair for her in her chambers, they’d met in the hallway by the kitchen and discreetly tucked away into a closet. Among the brooms and mop handles, she’d surrendered herself to him, not bec
