don’tI pushed against the voice in my head as the man helped me to my feet. “He’s dead,” I cried.
The man put his arm around me and led me away. “I’ll take care of Mr. Kingston. Come along. Let’s get you inside. It’s too cold for you to be out. You will catch a chill.”
Feeling so overwhelmed, my body grew numb, and my tears dried up. Emotionless, I climbed the stairs to the balcony. When the warm air of the room hit me, I trembled. I stared at the goosebumps rising on my arms.
“Mrs. Kingston?” a voice asked. “Mrs. Kingston, can you hear me?”
“I could bring some tea,” suggested another.
I heard talking in the distance. When I looked up, I felt confused. I knew something happened, but I couldn’t figure out how I had gotten here. Why are they looking at me? I felt weak and as though I wa
