only decent person in the Ashford household.
Eleanor had bandaged neighbors without payment, fed hungry travelers through the back kitchen, and occasionally stood between Rosalie and Silas when his temper became dangerous.
She had died when Rosalie was sixteen.
Whatever secrets she had known had gone into the ground with her.
Or so Rosalie had believed.
Gideon tapped the table.
He had written another sentence.
Your father knows we’re married?
Rosalie almost laughed.
The sound came out broken.
“He arranged it.”
She wrote the words instead.
He took your fifty
