Helena ran her fingers along the patterns nervously. “I’ll try to do some more research, see if I can find anything new.”
“Thank you—” Rhea began but then broke off. “Titus, no! We don’t do that.”
Helena watched as Rhea hurried over and tried to pry someone’s crutch from Titus’s hands.
“Helena, can you find Sebastian?” Rhea said, her voice forcefully cheery as she half wrestled with her husband, who, while usually gentle, was twice her size and sometimes threw tantrums.
Helena hurried from room to room, looking for Sebastian. He was in the little entry at the front door, avoiding everyone under the pretence of acting as a welcoming committee.
Helena barely opened her mouth before he seemed to know. “Titus?”
He was gone in an instant. Helena stood, clutching the knitted pullover in he
