Chapter 38
Leonora sways gently from side to side, soothing the baby wrapped against her chest. For the hundredth time, she leans forward and peers around the corner of the stable block, but nothing has changed.
The front door still yawns open; the chauffeur continues to leaf through his newspaper, oblivious to her presence.
She’s tempted—so tempted—to shuffle back a few meters, to let her knees unlock, to sink into the warm, damp grass and close her eyes .
. . She hasn’t slept for more than two hours at a time since the baby was born.
But the one thing she desires even more than sleep is to see Hendrik leave Raven Hall for good.
Finally, voices float from the hall, and here is Hendrik stepping out, closely followed by Markus. Hendrik’s chauffeur springs up the steps to take a box from Hendrik’s arms, and all three men descend to the gravel with somber faces.
She shrinks back against the sun-warmed wall, unseen, but listening intently.
“I’ll keep the job open for you anyway,” Hendrik says. “For when you change your mind.”
“Dad.” Markus sounds weary. “Will you stop staying that? I want to live here . . .”
Hendrik makes a scathing noise. “She wants to live here, you mean.” His voice softens. “She’s taking advantage of you, Son. Can’t you see that?”
“Dad, stop it, please. I love her. I told you.”
The silence stretches. She stands very still. When the baby stirs, she kisses the top of her head softly. Stay asleep a little longer, Nina.
“Well, like I said . . .” The car door clunks open, and Hendrik’s voice grows muffled. “You can join me as soon as you’re ready.”
It takes all her willpower to stay hidden until the engine noise has faded beyond the top of the driveway. When she finally emerges, Hendrik’s car is out of sight, and Markus is already on the top step, about to retreat indoors.
“Leonora!” He’s shocked; he thought she was staying at her lodgings until tomorrow. “Is Nina okay? What are you doing here?”
For one awful moment, she’s convinced he’s been persuaded by Hendrik’s words after all; he’s changed his mind; she’s come this close, and now she’s going to have to leave again. But he hurries down to her, his eyes glowing with concern, his arms wide open.
“I couldn’t stay away,” she says. “I had to come—I couldn’t bear to be away for even one more night.”
He pulls her into his arms, the baby sandwiched between them. “I’m glad you came. I couldn’t bear to be away from the two of you either.” They stand like that, the three of them locked in an embrace, until the baby begins to wriggle.
Then, as he leads her up the steps and into the house, she dips her head and whispers into her daughter’s hair, “This is your home, Nina. This is where you belong. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure it’s yours forever.”