Chapter 45
Week 16, Instructor Calendar, May 1896
…what in me is dark
Illumine; what is low, raise and support
Concordia encountered these lines as she struggled to grade the Paradise Lost examination papers in the quiet of her office. Her own wishes were echoed there; she needed as much illumination as she could summon.
There had been some light already, with the understanding of what had killed Mary. The cold fury brought on by that knowledge settled into her chest like a heavy stone. Nothing could be proved, but she knew those responsible must be confronted, not only for Mary’s sake, but for Sophia’s. Her safety depended upon it.
But would her plan work? Concordia conceded that it was an outlandish one. And they were up against a cunning and unscrupulous foe.
It was imperat
