Chapter 22

I should have told him this morning. She knew delaying was pointless, but the words would not come. He was a sharp boy; he would sense that something was wrong, that she was hiding something important. Tonight, she resolved. I have to tell him tonight, before his imagination runs wild. The carriage moved smoothly through the city until it stopped before the main gates of the Weimar Mansion. The heavy iron gates swung open, and the carriage glided through, coming to a halt before the main building. Johanna fidgeted anxiously until the coachman opened her door.