Chapter 31: Too Many Coincidences

I waited for Wendy in her room. It was in the west wing along with the rest of the servants’ quarters.

It was a nice room. It was tan on the inside, had a twin bed and matching dresser and desk, and held all her knickknacks. Books, clothes, knitting tools and more were everywhere. It seemed so warm and cozy. I rubbed my hand against a sock she was knitting.

When I heard the door open, I looked up and nearly burst into tears.

Wendy walked in looking haggard and disheveled. Her hair was a dirty mess. There was dried dirt and grime on her skirt and fingernails. Her lip was split from being chewed on.

I didn’t wait for her to ask what I was doing before I dragged her inside and hugged her. I did this to her. I needed to fix it.

Shutting the door, I dragged her to the bathroom, which was much smaller than mine, and to a tub of water. I didn’t allow her to object before helping her out of her old clothes and into the tub. I helped wash her like she did for me.