Abigail sat in Solomon’s office, an opened letter from New York before her. She scanned all of her sisters’ messages, and then read her father’s response to her inquiry. His reply was very simple: I did what was best for you. She was angry and hurt. Why had he lied to Ian and her, destroying their relationship? She could have decided what was best—she didn’t need him to do it for her. If she had known the truth, she never would have left Philadelphia. Now she was married to another man, unable to right the wrong.
I did what was best for you.She was interrupted by a knock at the front door. She put the note in her skirt pocket, her anger not subsiding. Anna Knight, the housekeeper, hurried from the kitchen to answer. Abigail listened, wondering who it might be.
“Good morning Mr. Blaine,”
