Chapter 20

In a corner of the bookshelf was my Paddington Bear. I ran gentle fingers over the shapeless red hat and the worn nap of his brown fur. Father had never approved of that gift from Mama, but he so seldom came into my room that when he ordered me to throw it away, he’d just assumed I had obeyed him. Paddington was coming with me, no matter what anyone thought. I hugged him to me, then placed him into a corner of the suitcase and snapped it shut.

I put my wallet into a pocket, then glanced one final time around the room, taking in the record albums stacked neatly by the small stereo, and the prizes I had won when I’d shown my Welsh pony. I walked out of the room, closed the door, and went down the stairs, to find Robert waiting there. I came to an abrupt halt.

“Is that all you’re bringing?” He gestured toward my suitcase.