CHAPTER 31

A sharp, deliberate knock at the door pulled me out of my reverie. I exchanged a glance with Luke opposite me. We knew it wasn't Esther-her knocks were softer, more hesitant.

Luke got to his feet and paced across the room in quick, purposeful strides to the door. He opened it without peering through the peephole first, and there she was, Ruth, standing in the hall with her arms crossed over her chest. For the first time in days, she looked almost calm, steady but resolute.

"Ruth?" Luke asked, startled.

She didn't wait for an invitation. "Is Frank in there?

"Yeah, he is," Luke said, stepping aside to let her in.

I stood as she entered. My eyes scanned her face. She was in clothes Esther had given her. The faint scent of lavender clung to the fabric. Her hair was pulled back, and her eyes were clear, focused.

"I need to talk to you," she said. Her voice was firm. "Both of you."