Chapter 59
The Haversham’s dining room table looked vast and abandoned when set only for three people. The length of polished oak seemed to go on for miles, as if the end were invisible in the distance. A white cloth meant for a much smaller table draped one end, as bland and nondescript as the silent meal taking place.
Victoria picked at yet another heavy dinner, evidence of her mother’s determination to stuff her back to good health.
Beef had never been her favorite, and it was far less so after two weeks of hardly anything else.
Her dreadful weakness had finally lifted after she convinced her parents to let her venture out to the greenhouse. The fresh herbs and vegetables that she consumed in front of them had been nearly as effective as the healing potions she made for herself in h
