Chapter 6
McDuff paced, or as near as he could manage to it, in the study across the street from Father Hall’s church.
He knew it was surely unwise to tire himself out on endless and pointless loops around the room, especially since he had to brace himself against shelves, chairs, or the sofa to keep going after the first few circles. The remarkably unpleasant prospect of falling over something, likely his own feet, and being unable to right himself never strayed far from his mind.
But he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
He played words it was too late to say over and over in his mind. Reasons he should have gone with Victoria, Jean, and Father Hall in the hired coach to pick up his brother.
All the reasons why they’d gone without him—and he’d agreed—circled even louder right behind the
