Uncle William had returned over an hour ago, yet no summons had come.
Sage tugged her fingers as she paced the dark hallway, the rustle of her full skirt covering her footsteps. She’d seen the smugness on his face as he rode through the manor house gate and tossed the reins to the hostler. The look of having finally solved a vexing problem. Her lips twisted with satisfaction. An entire summer of pleading, obeying without complaint, being on her best behavior… all worth it today. They would finally be free of each other.
Someone in the village would need an apprentice— the herb shop or the candlemakers or weavers maybe. She’d sweep floors for the blacksmith if she had to. And she could keep her earnings. Most girls who worked had to support a convent orphanage or family, but the Broadmoors didn’t need the money, and Sage more than earned her keep as a tutor.