Chapter 7
Her cup was empty, but Maggie still clutched it in her hands. It wasn’t even warming her fingers anymore, but she was afraid if she let go, her hands might tremble, and then Bertrand would know the storm was scaring her. The winds had picked up over the last hour, blowing the pounding rain down in horizontal sheets.
Underneath the wind’s howling, the rain striking the window, and the thunder crashing, was another noise. A steady thumping that grew louder with the wind’s increasing strength. Maggie took a breath, willing her heart to slow. It wasn’t until her sixth deep breath that she realized the sound wasn’t her heart.
“What’s that noise?” Maggie turned to Bertrand, who had moved to an armchair by the fire, sipping his tea and watching the rain disinterestedly.
“Hmm.” He sa
