Josie had packed most of her things, leaving out only the wine-colored traveling dress for tomorrow, and of course Lorena’s nightclothes. Once again Lorena had decided to eat alone in her room. That way, she could avoid the hotel’s restaurant, avoid the memory of sitting there with Jeremiah, of watching the shifting expressions on his mobile features and thinking what a very handsome man he was.
Oh, it was foolish to be so obsessed with him, just as it was foolish of her to have blurted out the truth of her situation to Emma Garnett. Yes, the woman had appeared sympathetic, but she couldn’t understand. Not really. She would never be truly on her own, even if her husband should happen to die before she did. She would still have her children. She would not be left unmoored in this world, ad
