Chloe’s pov
Inside, the only light came from a single oil lamp burning low on the bedside table, casting long, warm shadows across the stone wall. Harley lay under her thick wool blanket, her dark pigtails unraveled over the white pillow, her dark eyes wide and full of quiet, restless curiosity as she stared up at the timber ceiling.
Lisa sat on the edge of the mattress, gently smoothing the blanket over Harley's shoulders, while Jill stood near the door with her hands tucked into her apron.
A soft, hesitant knock sounded at the door.
I looked up from the wooden chair near the washbasin. My pulse hammered against my ribs, my chest tight as I took a slow, steady breath to keep my hands from shaking.
The door opened just a few inches.
Jill stepped back, her face pale, her dark eyes loo
