That’s when she heard the knocking again. It was too late in the evening for guests to be visiting.
It might be Gilliters. Her husband was away, performing his job as a miner, and she had three children at home that she had to protect.
Harriet got up, trying not to make a sound, and took a knife from the kitchen cabinet.
Slowly walking on the floor, she took a deep breath as she turned the doorknob to open the door.
