Rowena stared at the cold bowl of soup and sighed.
“Kenna, he’s still not back…” She glanced at Quinn’s sister, who sat across from her at the lonely length of the dining room table.
“I’m sure he’s all right. Douglas is with him. They’ve been deer stalking together since Quinn was seventeen.” Despite her reassuring words, Kenna’s face was tight with worry.
“Twelve hours…” Rowena had counted the seconds since luncheon had come and gone. Now dinner was well past, but the servants hadn’t removed her food, not when she continued to stare at it numbly. She’d spent much of the day with Blair, relieved to see Dr. McIntosh was right and that she was indeed feeling better.
“Why don’t you go up to bed,” Kenna suggested. “He’ll come home after you’ve fallen asleep.” Kenna stood up and waved an an
