Chapter 6
I paced the small bedroom, the inn’s floorboards creaking slightly under my steps. Back and forth, from the washstand holding the pitcher and basin to the narrow iron-framed bed, while I tried to compose a letter to Thorne.
How could I tell him I was leaving?
I halted several times, picking up my journal and attempting to write.
Thorne,
It breaks my heart to have to tell you this
Dearest Thorne,
I have to leave. Please try to understand
It was no use. The anguish crashed over me each time, and I curled over, breathing softly with despair. I couldn’t do it—I couldn’t leave Thorne. Yet I had no choice.
Pace. Write. Pace again.
The night wore on, the sounds of Portknowe slowly quieting, until I could hear the wash of the sea in the harbor. Tomorrow it would carry me away f
