Out of deference to Robert’s sensibilities, she made sure to put on her peasant skirt and a long-sleeved T-shirt when she got dressed the next morning. Since she’d showered the night before, she only brushed her hair and pulled it into a long, loose side braid. Hopefully, the ensemble wouldn’t shock him too much.
He’d still been sleeping when she peeked into the guest bedroom, so she decided to go to the kitchen and put together some breakfast. Nothing fancy, but toast and scrambled eggs hadn’t changed all that much over the years. Maybe the offering of food would soften the blow she was about to deliver.
Just as she was poking around in the kitchen, trying to see if there was a tray somewhere she could use to take his food to him, she heard him say, “Eliza.”
Startled, she whirled aroun
