Chapter Nineteen
Charlotte wrapped the blanket around herself. The high thread count didn't matter. The heavy gray blanket felt like it was made of cold.
She shifted her weight, bringing her feet up under her. A spring poked her in her heel. Another poked her in the hip. Both prevented her from getting comfortable.
Then again, she'd never felt comfortable in her aunt's apartment. It felt even more unwelcoming after sleeping in her own bedroom with a soft, full mattress and a comforter that had enveloped her in actual warmth. But Charlotte couldn't stay one more second at Rosings. Not with her new heart condition. It would be bad for her health.
Here at her aunt's, Charlotte had no illusions of being loved. She had no delusion that there would be any warmth within these four walls. The
