Adam experienced a throat-tightening rush of emotion. He folded his sister briefly in his arms and then released her. How did we become so distant? He cleared his throat. “Have you any engagements today? Would you like to ride out to Richmond?”
“Oh, yes! I should like that of all things!” She rose, and the pearls tumbled from her lap onto the damask-covered sofa. A much-creased letter fluttered down alongside them. It was addressed to Reginald Plunkett in Grace’s handwriting.
The delight faded from his sister’s face, leaving it miserable once more.
Adam gestured to the letter. “Do you want to keep it?”
Grace shook her head.
“Shall I burn it for you? Or would you prefer—”
“I don’t want to touch it!” Her voice was low and fierce.
Adam nodded. He scooped up the pearls and placed them i
