Chapter Fourteen
The knock on the door surprised me. I hadn’t heard any car coming down the road or pulling into the drive. I was expecting Sin to come home soon, but she would have simply let herself in. I had dinner in the oven, a special meal for Valentine’s day. The cellar had been prepared for a special evening as well, all of my toys laid out for the scene of debauchery that had been fermenting in my imagination all day.
Mrs. Friendly was the last person I expected to see, standing nervously on my doorstep, shivering and huddled inside her overcoat.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said. “I have to talk to someone.”
I glanced toward the empty road, confused. “I didn’t hear your car.”
“I walked from town. I needed time to think.”
I opened the door, hoping that this interruption wo
