Epilogue
Over the next few days, the Dunwick cottage was cleared of its guests. Rusty was the first to go, pressing Concordia’s and David’s hands in gratitude before stepping into the waiting carriage. “At last, I’ll have justice for my girl. Thank you.”
Concordia couldn’t help but notice that the knuckles of Rusty’s right hand were still swollen, and he winced as David returned the handshake. That must have been quite a punch.
The Gemmers left soon after, including Miss Farraday. Concordia pulled her aside as the children were being bundled into the carriage. She pressed a slip of paper in her hand, containing her Hartford address. “Write to me when you can. And let me know your decision, regarding what we discussed last evening.”
Miss Farraday had been surprised by Concordia’s offer
