“No, you don’t. This is your home and your family, and we’ll see Samuel tomorrow. We’ll think about something, a good reason to leave. Changing the day of our visit won’t make any difference.”
“Samuel is waiting for us today.”
“I’ll send him a message. It’s not a tragedy.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders stooping.
Dobkins patted her head. “I feel sorry for Her Ladyship.”
“So do I. And guilty. But I’m not sure we’re helping her. We’re making her condition worse.”
If Samuel found the courage to be free, so should she.
The next time, she would flee. No matter what Mother said.
