"Martha?" Louisa calls in a scarcely discernible whisper.

Martha stands there with a serene face and inquisitive gaze. "Louisa," she says quietly.

Louisa feels fear take hold of her chest.

How did Martha even know her house? Yeah well, she probably asked Evelyn. But why did she have to visit now of all times?

Kingsley is inside her house, even though she had assured Martha that she would let go of him only a few hours earlier.

Martha may misinterpret things if she sees him with her.

But before Louisa can come up with an excuse, to dismiss Martha or go out with her, Kingsley speaks.

"Who is it?" The...