Chapter 44
Week 16, Instructor Calendar, May 1896
Concordia, I simply do not know!” Sophia angrily pushed back her chair and stood. She began to pace—door, window, desk, window—her tall, angular form crossing the small room in quick strides.
They were in Miss Jenkins’ sitting room, adjacent to the infirmary. Now that Sophia had sufficiently recovered from her head injury, a more congenial location was deemed necessary. Here, in Miss Jenkins’ quarters, Sophia could be more comfortable, yet protected. They had to assume that her attacker, still at large, might try again. The prolonged confinement was wearing on Sophia’s nerves.
Mary’s diary page fluttered to the floor. Concordia picked it up. One sentence stood out as she glanced at it again.
What she had to tell me was most unw
