Joe, she is progressing at the rate implied in that book I told you about.
Make a decision. What do you want me to do?
—Jane
That was what was on that letter I had slid underneath one of the side castle doors to my partner, who paused and dashed away.
He would be back in a few hours from now with a response, as he always was.
I heard a couple of girls outside the door somewhere behind me, so I grabbed a laundry basket and started hanging uniforms up by clothespins. Normally, we would do this outside, but the given circumstances would not allow it. Not that I minded the odd situation—it meant that I didn't have to run needless errands for Madam Wellerman, at least.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Halls, Stone Walls
Mystery / ThrillerWhen a woman wakes in a glamorous wedding dress and a bright room with no semblance of who she was or what she is doing there, she quickly realizes that she must get her memories back so she can leave the castle... but surrounded by invisible people...
