"Good morning, Miss."
A soft voice accompanied a knock on the door.
Moira groaned softly and stretched under the warm blanket that still wrapped her body comfortably—a feeling of comfort she hadn't experienced in years while living with the Dunne family.
"Good morning, Miss. I am Penelope, the maid Mr. Quinn requested to serve you."
Moira blinked lazily. "Morning?" she muttered hoarsely. She chuckled softly at the sound of her own voice. She rubbed her face, yawned widely, and sat up.
Morning light slipped through the curtains. Her chest felt light. No fear. No shouting. There were no footsteps that made her heart pound with anxiety.
She swung her long legs off the bed and walked to the door.
When she opened it, a young girl stood there, smiling warmly and looking neat. She held a
