Chapter 21: The Aftermath
Randall’s POV
I saw the carriage approach from the window in the study.
The rain was relentless, pouring over the front gardens in silver sheets and pounding against every window of the house.
Clara was late.
She was always home in the evenings; I knew that for certain. But as the hours ticked by, I began to grow restless.
I watched as the carriage turned, pulling around to the servant’s entrance on the side of the Manor instead of pulling up front, which would have been proper form when arriving at home with a lord or lady. I clenched my fists at my sides, looking over the front gardens one more time before tearing through the study and out onto the second-floor landing.
Clara obviously wasn’t in the carriage.