The water in her bath was growing cool, and so was the bathing chamber, as Sarah realized the fire had dwindled down to barely glowing coals. Unlike her room in their home in London, or at Haldenwood, this house had only two bathing chambers for the entire home, fitted into out-of-the-way cupboards on the below ground-floor level of the home. The fireplace in the tiny room helped to keep it warm, which made bathing down here tolerable, but she’d rather be at Haldenwood where she could bathe in her own bathing chamber.
She sighed, feeling somewhat better now that her monthly had run its course. This was the shortest and lightest flux she’d remembered having—three days—and she now felt better than she had in a while. A part of her was still angry that Ian hadn’t come to see how she was doin
