Of all the things she had to pretend to be… his wife was the last thing on the list that she would have guessed. Doris searched through her clothes and came out with an outfit she thought would blend in best with those that lived here. A thick cream sweater with a black coat on top and boots that were meant to brave even the worse snow. She pulled her hair up into a bun and pulled a black hat Eliza had given her over it. She wasn’t sure if anyone would recognize her long brown hair, but she didn’t want to take any chances.

When she came back out,...