Chapter 8

Present

I heard the voices from the grand hall as Jane entered my room. As soon as she closed the door they disappeared. If only she could make them really disappear. I exhaled and sat on the edge of my bed.

"What's the matter, child?" Her dark eyes sparkled. "I mean madam counselor."

I squeezed Jane's hand as she sat beside me. “I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch with you. I think I wanted—”

"Don't you fret. I know what you wanted. You wanted to have a new life away from all of the Montague stuff. I'm part of that stuff." She rolled her head around in a circle, gesturing with the last word.

"The best part of it."

"Your momma's down there telling everyone you'll be down in a minute. It's been more than a minute and you ain't there."

I scrunched my nose. "Do you think they'll notice if I don't show up?"