WHILE THE REST OF THE family lingered outside the doors of the church, exchanging greetings with various members of the congregation, Arthur took Amelia’s hand and walked on ahead, down the path that led to the house. When Amelia risked a glance back, only George was looking after them. She was frowning, but whether that was resentment or just a defense against the glare of early spring sun, Amelia didn’t know.
Formal Sunday dinner back at the house that afternoon was pleasant on the surface, but Amelia spent the meal intensely aware that everyone’s attention was at all times on her. She liked Arthur’s family, especially the old King and the impish Hyacinth, but being under such close scrutiny was exhausting. She was relieved when they were done eating and Arthur asked if she wanted to ta
