Amelia Livingston had enjoyed the dull, uneventful routine, where nothing ever happened.
Until it did.
And it was her misfortune to always be the last to know.
Until death do us part, he vowed.
Amelia loved all of the work she put into this old house.
Until now, when she’d probably have to kiss this thing goodbye.
And to think, she had taken him at his word.
Until it became her downfall.
Amelia knew he held the first thread of what would become her unraveling tapestry.
Until it dawned on her, grounded her, that it was still better than being someone else.