Sylvia swallowed, sensing Lorraine's anger. "You needed rest."
"I've needed rest for weeks. He just wanted to have dinner together." Her voice was calm, but it carried a certain edge. "Was I asleep, or were you protecting me from something?"
Sylvia set the cloth down, slowly. "I thought it best."
Lorraine turned, just slightly, enough for her bare shoulder to shift and catch the lamplight. The faint bruises were no longer concealed by water and flowers. They clung to her like the memory of fire.
Her gaze softened. "You think he would've noticed."
"I know he would've." Sylvia took a breath. "He might not have known it was you, my lady, but if he saw you tonight… like this… he'd put the pieces together."
Lorraine was silent. Her fingers curled slightly on her lap.
"And what then?" Sylvia added gently. "He would demand answers. And you would be forced to lie… or tell the truth before you're ready. Are you ready to tell him the truth?"
