GINEVRA
The steamer did not move fast enough. If only it could have used the steam of my worry, it would have flown.
It gave me time though, time I needed to think, to plan.
As soon as the ferry docked in Newport, I rushed from it, ran home, seeing little save my children playing in the garden behind the house.
“Sara?” I yelled before the front door closed behind me.
“Ginevra?” My husband"s voice answered me. He came rushing round from his study through the sitting room.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were at work?”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were at the State House?”
Our confusion layered upon each other"s.
“I left some papers—”
“Pearl didn"t show up.”
“What?” Osborn balked, wide smile trembled, faded; sparkling eyes darkened, narrowed. I had his attention
