Chapter 140

• Clara Whitmore'POV
• Edward Harrington did not care one bit. "Mother, you'll have to go this time. There is no need to talk!"
• Eleanor Harrington settled down dejectedly on the chaise lounge. It seemed she was going to have to go back to Bristol after all. It was all Charlotte Evans's silly idea that landed her in this fix. I listened to the stifled row in the room next to me, my hand laid across the tiny, cold lump under my collarbone. I had never shared, not even with Edward. It was my foul secret: I had cancer. Edward's rage was not unfamiliar to me, but its focus altered readily now, fueled by a paranoia which I could not quiet.