Chapter 3Edith's heart sank at the sight of Lord Symington's carriage parked in front of the manor steps.
Albert was waiting for her by the front of the house. He helped her down from the buggy. “He be in there, Lady Edith.”
He didn't have to say “who” Edith knew. She walked calmly into the house toward the open doors to the parlor. She stopped short of the doors, took a deep breath, and walked casually into the room. A sickening feeling swept over her as she looked at Lord Symington sitting alone on a chair by the blazing fireplace.
The chair had been turned so that his back was to the warming fire. “Did you have a nice ride this morning?” His little, pink tongue flicked at his blackened lips.
“Yes, thank you,” she said coldly. She took off her shawl and placed it on a nearby chair. “
