Chapter 13
Week 5, Instructor Calendar October 1898
The world is full of traps. ~Mrs. John Sherwood
The blackness faded and she opened her eyes. Where—?
The infirmary. She blinked a few times, the memory flooding back. The horse. Hitting her head. She put a hand to her aching temple. It felt so unreal.
Hannah Jenkins came over to her bed. “How do you feel?”
Concordia winced as Miss Jenkins helped prop her up. “My head aches. And I’m a little sore. Otherwise I seem whole.” She surveyed the long, narrow aisle of empty beds. “Where are Charlotte and Mr. Maynard? Are they all right?”
Miss Jenkins pointed to a screened-in bed at the other end of the room. “The doctor is with Miss Crandall now. Mr. Maynard only had a few scrapes. He’s resting back at Sycamore House.”
“Why was I brought t
