'The smell of medicine? Does that mean…'
Dennis Donovan's heart hammered in his chest. He was dying to rush inside and find his beloved.
Arabella Donovan ignored the argument between Shawn Preston and the village chief, her gaze drifting up toward the second-floor staircase as if she sensed something.
"Can't we stay on the second floor? My grandfather has bad legs and chronic rheumatism. The first floor might not be comfortable for him."
"No." Surprisingly, Shawn Preston was extremely insistent on this point.
"My grandmother is sick and resting on the second floor. She can't be disturbed. You can only use the first floor. You can't go up."
Arabella Donovan raised an eyebrow and sneered, "So after all that money we paid, we can't even pick a room we like? We look around and can only stay on the first floor. How is that any different from staying somewhere else?"
