Chapter 5
Christy pushed open the door cautiously, in case his mother was still asleep. He had enough money in his pocket to get whatever she needed, even to call for a physician, thanks to Mr. Fenton, so if she was still poorly at least he could bring help.
“Mama?” he whispered into the gloom. A thin curtain was pinned across the single, small window so there was not much light. It didn’t take a lot of light, however, to reveal the room was empty. His heart sank and a wave of pure frustration poured over him. Had she gone back to him? Surely not. He sat on the bed, head in his hands. He scrubbed his face. He would have to go back to the house and find out. If that risked bumping into March, well, so be it. He heaved himself up and was about to leave when a peremptory knock on the door m
