*Olivia*
I stand outside the library door, waiting for my courage to return. Hunter adores his new puppy. He has named it Pippin. I don’t know where he’s gotten the name, but he already loves the animal so much that it’s as though they have been made for each other.
I have one of the chambermaids watching Hunter while I offer an olive branch… or in my situation, a meal. As soon as we had returned home, Moondancer had gone to the library, no doubt to study the books further. He hasn’t asked for any refreshments nor called for any of the servants.
It’s early afternoon. As I think of his assortment of bottles, I try not to wonder if he has indulged, if no one has heard from him because he is lying on the floor in a drunken stupor. I seem unable to think about him without expecting the wors
