Davenport House 6: House Secrets by Marie Silk

Author:Marie Silk [Silk, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marie Silk Publishing
Published: 2016-11-22T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

William struggled to keep his eyes open as he drove the winding road into the mountains. He parked the car to the side of the dirt road and groaned in pain as he climbed out. The aches and chills overwhelmed his body, but he was determined to endure the hike up the hill into the trees. When he could see a log cabin in the distance, he cleared his throat and spoke as strongly as his voice would allow. “Miss Jenkins!”

Greta Jenkins could not hear him from inside the cabin, but her dog sat whimpering at the front door. “You think someone is out there?” she asked. She opened the door while her dog went running to William, who had fallen to the ground and lay shivering. “Dr. Hamilton?” she asked. “You don’t look so good.”

His teeth chattered as he spoke. “My wife needs help.”

“Your wife? Looks like you’re the one who needs help.” She took his arm and helped him to his feet, proving herself to be much stronger than she looked. “Come inside the house,” she said. It was the last thing that William heard before he blacked out.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a log bed near a crackling fire. He fought to remember where he was or how he got there. Greta stepped toward him and said, “Drink this, quickly.”

He sat up in bed as best he could and took the tall mug from her. As he drank the foul smelling liquid, he had to repress the urge to spit it out. His stomach turned when it hit and he started to sweat heavily.

Greta leaned over William and searched his face as he shivered and sweated. “You’ll be alright,” she finally said. “So long as you can keep that tea down.”

William grimaced as his stomach turned into knots, but it was not long before he felt himself falling back into a deep sleep.

At Davenport House, Abigail was in her room feeding the baby when Sam appeared in her doorway. “Hello, Sam. What is it?”

Sam walked in and sat at the tea table. “How are you…after everything?”

Abigail forced a smile. “I’m alright, I suppose. But the house seems to be falling apart around me. At least I got Mary to eat her dinner last night.”

Sam nodded and was about to speak, but Fiona entered the room just then with a mop and bucket. She froze when she observed that Sam was in the room, and she quickly looked away. “I’m sorry, Miss Abigail. I have just come to clean the washroom. I’ll return later.”

Abigail was confused. “You’ve already cleaned the washroom today. It’s not necessary to clean it again.”

Fiona’s chin trembled and she looked at the floor. “It’s Nora’s orders that the washrooms be cleaned twice a day now.”

Abigail felt impatient. “That’s silly, Fiona. Please attend to your other work. My washroom is fine for the day.”

“Yes, Miss Abigail,” Fiona said, then left the room.

Abigail looked at Sam, who had been staring at Fiona the whole time.

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