Chapter 31

I wished now she was Auntie Virginia, as that would levy no remorse upon me for hurting her feelings. Additionally, I knew, even as nasty she could be, that Auntie Virginia was always far too squeamish to go at a fly with the swatter. There was no way she could have slashed at Ewan with a blade. I only wished I was as certain concerning Georgia. Suddenly, I was frightened as to what extremes she may have been capable.

I sat back down. I dropped my head to my hands. I am so sorry you were ever dragged into such madness, Ewan. The only hope there was for Ewan was the subterfuge. If my thoughts were correct, that Georgia had orchestrated some elaborate plot of late to make me think false was true, then the threat of his demise could simply be another machination to make me return to her hold. But how could I know for sure? Only Ewan’s words would be reliable now, not hers, nor my thoughts.