Laura had already left the Alexander Court a week after he saved her.
She resumed work back at the Lord dutch household
Laura stepped inside with Zina, the smell of soap and fresh bread hitting her first. The kitchen was huge, the kind you only saw in Noble homes , marble counters, gold-framed clocks, and cabinets that probably cost more than her home.
A girl was there, hunched over the sink, washing the dishes like her life depended on it. Her sleeves were rolled up, hands red from hot water, and she dried them quickly on her apron when she noticed Laura watching.
Laura frowned. “Who are you?”
The girl straightened, wiped her hands again, and gave a small bow. “I started work last week. My name’s Sharon.” Her voice was careful, polite, but there was a brightness under it. “I’m from
