CHAPTER 10
Adeline
Reginald had regaled me with tales of his children and wife on our way home, and the underlying message was how much he missed his wife now that she was gone. I found out she used to work for my family as well. It was so strange how real it all sounded. I was getting to know the people around me, and they weren’t even real; they were a part of my imagination.
Nighttime had come and gone quickly, and I was up as soon as the sun rose. One of the horses whinnied outside and I peered out the window. Jonathan had one of its legs propped up, cleaning out its hoof. I didn’t know where Helen was, so I walked down to the kitchen and she was in there, her hands covered in flour as she rolled out some kind of dough. She looked down at my nightgown and giggled. “Good morning, Ms.
