Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Acknowledgements
- About the Authors
- Also by Rosie Goodwin
- Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
- Letter from Author
- Meat and Potato Pie
- The Precious Stones series
- The Days of the Week Collection
- Mothering Sunday
- Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
- Memory Lane Club
The woman sucked in her breath and shook her head, feeling torn. After the way Barnaby had treated Amber she could easily understand how she must feel every time he visited the nursery, and yet she also knew that after losing David, he doted on the little girl more than ever. He rarely visited Louisa now because every time he set foot through the door she became distraught and blamed him for the position she was in. Having his interfering in-laws there didn’t help either, so he now spent most of his time out at the shipyard or supervising the cargo that came in on one or another of his ships.
‘Do you think he’ll try to find us? An’ how do you think this might affect the mistress? I know she’s really poorly an’ I wouldn’t want to make things worse for her,’ Amber said in a hushed voice.
Again the woman shook her head. ‘I’m not so sure that he will come looking but it will be bad news for you if he does because if word gets out that she’s your daughter too, your name will be mud, lass. As for Louisa, well in truth, she’s never shown a scrap of interest in either of the babies since they were born. All I can advise is that you must do what you feel is right for you and the child now.’
‘Thanks for understandin’,’ Amber said in a choked voice. ‘I’ll be goin’ on Sunday. I’ve found a position that’ll allow me to take Charlotte wi’ me.’
‘In that case, good luck and may God go with you.’ The woman gently squeezed Amber’s arm and went on her way with tears in her eyes. This house had seen so much heartbreak over the last few months and now it looked like it was going to see some more.
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
In the early hours of the following Sunday morning, when the dawn was just streaking the sky, Amber rose and began to pack two carpetbags for herself and Charlotte. She took only the essentials, for she knew that she wouldn’t be able to carry any more with Charlotte to carry as well. Thankfully there was no chance of Becky appearing before seven o’clock at the earliest and so when she was quite sure that she had everything they needed, she sat down and began to pen a letter to Barnaby – she supposed she owed him that much at least.
For a moment she stared at the blank page, wondering what she should write, then after dipping her pen nib into the ink well she began.
Dear Mr Greenwood,