Only one day had passed since Jane had found her way to Carwood and had explained as simply and kindly as she could that it would not do for her to be in his presence when she had developed feelings for him that were hardly appropriate in any light. It had been a day and still, Jane felt herself heavy with grief. She had taken Lydia to the Children ( Read more... )

Jane tugged her coat tighter about her body as she progressed and walked from her home to Mr. Bateman's, the knowledge burning in her mind as to what Lloyd had said to her. He had killed Glen, shot the man on an order. She had not been able to sleep one single night without replaying the events in her mind, imagining them in terrible form ( Read more... )