Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY

I freeze, “What?”

Samantha isn’t looking at me, carefully pulling off the clothes and folding them, “I’m in much of the same position as you are.”

Me?

Oh right.

I suddenly recall that I’m Lucas’s ‘second wife’.

“I see,” I look at her back. “Why doesn’t your husband treat you well if you’re the second wife?”

The question is forced out of me because I remember seeing the nice dress that the rounded landlady wore when we had met her. Compared to her clothes and appearance, Samantha looks like a drudged housemaid.

Samantha’s laugh is a little bitter, “It’s complicated.”

I watch her back, wondering at her story, and as my eyes wander around the yard, I notice how well kept it is. Herbs and flowers are in organised patches. Whatever Samantha’s situation, she clearly loves and cares for her home.

The garden sort of reminds me of Aliya’s garden.