Chapter Nineteen
You’ve stayed inside the walls this entire time? Allowing everyone to think you dead?” I asked, still incredulous.
He shook his head. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t face anyone. Not after all that I’d done; after all that I’d experienced. I was still healing. I am still healing,” he corrected himself.
“And you’ve not spoken to anyone? Surely, you’ve spoken with Mrs. Barker,” I started.
He shook his head again.
“But then how did she know to leave food out for you?” I asked.
With a sigh, he sat back. “She must have known when I started stealing food from the larder. And then the nightmares came, and I couldn’t help but cry out.” He gave a little reminiscent smile. “She came up to the gallery one night and tried coaxing me out with sweets, as she had when I was a little boy
