Chapter Thirteen
It was a very somber and resolute young woman who greeted her parents at the breakfast table later that morning.
“Good morning, Cassandra,” her mother said, as she entered the breakfast parlor. “I would have a word with you after you are done eating.”
“Good morning, Mother, Father,” Cassandra replied, turning to each parent in turn. “I would like to have a word with you as well. With both of you, in fact.”
Cassandra waited while a servant poured her a cup of tea. “I would like passage booked on the next ship leaving for England, immediately.
“No, my mind is made up,” she said quietly as both her parents looked up at her with surprise. “I cannot stay here, and the only alternative I have is to return to England. I am sure that with a properly worded note concerning th
