The trees rustled all around her. The wind blew in her hair. The landscape was in darkness. Her home, as magnificent as it had been when she was a child, stood in front of her. She knew that he was waiting. How dare he be waiting for her at the Heights? How dare he invade the only good memories she had? It made her boil inside. So why was she shivering? Somehow, he’d known she was going to be at the march today. Had he been following her? Had someone else followed her and reported back on her every move? Had he stalked her today? For months? Or for years? She shivered again, and she knew that it wasn’t just the remnants of the day’s snow around the toes of her boots or the wind biting into her hair that caused it.
Emmeline took the last step towards the door. The pounding was not so much
