Epilogue

(One day later)


An elderly woman comes in to bathe and clothe me. I do not know what she must think when she sees me, for she says nothing at all.

Once I am cleaned, fed, and dressed, I ask her casually, “When will Mr. Stonehart be presenting himself?”

The woman’s manner falters. She drops the rags she is holding and looks at me, really at me, as if seeing the person I am instead of the broken shell of a human she found last night. Something akin to pity shows in her eyes.

The break in composure lasts only a second. She picks up my soiled clothes and addresses me formally. “Mr. Stonehart will be informed of your request.”

As she bustles out, I try to temper the growing smile on my lips.

I am not supposed to know it’s him yet.

Score one for Lilly Ryder.

The End.

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