Chapter 29
29 Terminus, 24 December 1871 Claire Radcliffe entered with her arms full of clothing. “This is starting to feel familiar,” she said, and Fiona smiled back at her in mutual relief that no one else had been hurt. Fiona sat again, and Lieutenant Crow slipped out. Claire helped her to dress. With each movement, Fiona felt stronger, and she felt the pressure of questions building in her middle. When she sat at the dressing table—again—and Claire helped her with her hair—again—Claire paused, her hands resting on Fiona’s shoulders. “You’re practically bursting, Dear.” Claire met Fiona’s eyes in the mirror. “What do you need to know?” Fiona caught the words—need to know, not want to know—and she blinked back tears as her heartbeat accelerated in her throat. Dare she ask? She knew Claire woul
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