Silas saying, “Rook has paid what you’re worth.”
A leather purse disappearing into his desk.
Fifty dollars.
A signature.
A wagon waiting.
Rosalie had believed Gideon had purchased her.
The entire town probably believed it too.
She pointed at him.
“If you didn’t pay—”
He watched her mouth helplessly.
She forced herself to write.
Why did you marry me?
Gideon looked genuinely bewildered.
Then wounded.
He stood, crossed to the cedar chest again, and removed another folded paper.
He laid it before her.
It was ater.
Not from Silas.
From
