When He Was Wicked: The 2nd Epilogue Read Online Free PDF Page A

And that was why, as she waited in the drawing room at Aubrey Hall, watching for a carriage bearing the Kilmartin crest to roll down the drive, she found herself fidgety and eager, jumping up every five minutes to watch through the window.
    “She wrote that they would arrive today,” Kate reassured her.
    “I know,” Violet replied with a sheepish smile. “It’s just that I haven’t seen her for an entire year. I know Scotland is far, but I’ve never gone an entire year without seeing one of my children before.”
    “Really?” Kate asked. “That’s remarkable.”
    “We all have our priorities,” Violet said, deciding there was no point in trying to pretend she wasn’t champing at the bit. She set down her embroidery and moved to the window, cran-ing her neck when she thought she saw something glinting in the sunlight.
    “Even when Colin was traveling so much?” Kate asked.
    “The longest he was gone was 342 days,” Violet replied. “When he was traveling in the Mediterranean.”
    “You counted?”

    Violet shrugged. “I can’t help myself. I like to count.” She thought of all the counting she’d done when her children were growing up, making sure she had as many offspring at the end of an outing as she’d had at the beginning. “It helps to keep track of things.”
    Kate smiled as she reached down and rocked the cradle at her feet. “I shall never complain about the logistics of managing four.”
    Violet crossed the room to peek down at her newest grandchild. Little Mary had been a bit of a surprise, coming so many years after Charlotte. Kate had thought herself done with child-bearing, but then, ten months earlier, she’d got out of bed, walked calmly to the chamber pot, emptied the contents of her stomach, and announced to Anthony, “I believe we’re expecting again.”
    Or so they’d told Violet. She made it a point to stay out of her grown children’s bedrooms except in the case of illness or childbirth.
    “I never complained,” Violet said softly. Kate didn’t hear, but Violet hadn’t meant her to.
    She smiled down at Mary, sleeping sweetly under a purple blanket. “I think your mother would have been delighted,” she said, looking up at Kate.
    Kate nodded, her eyes misting over. Her mother—actually her stepmother, but Mary Shef-field had raised her from a little girl—had passed away a month before Kate realized that she was pregnant. “I know it makes no sense,” Kate said, leaning down to examine her child’s face more closely, “but I would swear she looks a bit like her.”

    Violet blinked and tilted her head to the side. “I think you’re right.”
    “Something about the eyes.”
    “No, it’s the nose.”
    “Do you think? I rather thought—Oh look!” Kate pointed toward the window. “Is that Francesca?”
    Violet straightened and rushed to the window. “It is!” she exclaimed. “Oh, and the sun is shining. I’m going to wait outside.”
    With nary a backward glance she grabbed her shawl off a side table and dashed into the hall. It had been so long since she’d seen Frannie, but that wasn’t the only reason she was so eager to see her. Francesca had changed during her last visit, back at Isabella’s christening.
    It was hard to explain, but Violet had sensed that something had shifted within her.
    Of all her children, Francesca had always been the most quiet, the most private. She loved her family, but she also loved being apart from them, forging her own identity, making her own life. It was not surprising that she had never chosen to share her feelings about the most painful corner of her life—her infertility. But last time, even though they had not spoken about it explicitly, something had still passed between them, and Violet had almost felt as if she’d been able to absorb some of her grief.
    When Francesca had departed, the clouds behind her eyes had been lifted. Violet didn’t know whether she had finally accepted her fate, or whether she had