Chapter 8

“What are you looking for?” she asked.

“Booze. I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I wanted to…” Eliza stopped, checking her words. “I had some knitting to do. I lost track of time.”

“Do you have anything to drink,” he asked, turning to look at her.

“No. Nothing.”

“I see.”

“Do you need…anything?” Eliza asked. “Maybe something for your back? It looks a little red.”

“I’m fine.”

She lifted the lamp from the kitchen table. “I’m going upstairs. I can show you to your room…so you aren’t stumbling around in the dark.”

Ford pointed to the stairs, indicating she should lead the way. She promised herself she would stop at the door, not stepping foot into the bedroom and allowing him to trap her again, but she forgot about her good intentions once they reached the door.

“Do you need the lamp?” she offered.