CHAPTER 49
I MUST HAVE been more tired than I thought because when I opened my eyes, a sliver of moon hung in the dark sky beyond the open drapes. I’d lived in towns my whole life, and the street lamps meant it never got pitch black. Or quiet. There were always people coming and going, plus the constant hum of traffic in the background. Here in the country, the isolation made Riverley Hall seem even eerier.
The glow from a small lamp on the nightstand showed a stack of clothes had appeared on the end of the bed. Did Bradley bring them? Or Mrs. Fairfax? Either way, I was grateful I’d have something to wear. My stomach grumbled as I realised the last thing I’d eaten was a slice of rubbery toast at breakfast. What were the chances of me finding the kitchen in this place without falling into
