Chapter 5
In addition, what she’d been worried about for days was now officially confirmed. What the hell am I going to do? For the trip home, Caroline tried to shut that part of her mind down—the worrying part—but the endless wreckage and accompanying feelings of despair were difficult to shake and followed her right into the train compartment she now shared with Robert.
“Unusually pensive, aren’t we?” Robert asked, sitting across from her and peering over the top of his copy of the London Times
“Not inordinately so,” she said.
“My, such a big word.” He laughed.
“Shall I define it for you?”
“All right, Caro, what the hell’s the matter? You’ve barely said two words since we left the station. You may be able to hide your moods from others, but it’s not working with me.” He folded the newspaper in half and set it aside. “Come on, love. Spill.”
“Didn’t know priests could read minds. Something you learned early on or at one of your recent silent retreats?”