PART 1 The baby had stopped crying forty minutes ago. Sera Calloway knew this was not a good sign. Newborns cried. They cried because they were cold, because they were hungry, because they sensed their mother’s fear in some animal way that bypassed language entirely. A newborn that had stopped crying in a snowstorm was…
PART 1 The invitation had been sitting on Nora Vane’s kitchen counter for eleven days before she decided to go. Not because she had been debating whether she wanted to see the people on that guest list — she was largely indifferent to most of them — but because she had been debating whether she…
PART 1 The morning Isadora Vane arrived at Draven Keep, she ate breakfast alone. This was, she had been told, unprecedented. Every previous guest — involuntary and otherwise — had been summoned to the Duke’s table upon arrival, a practice that served as both welcome and assessment, his people watching the newcomer for signs of…
PART 1 Mira Calloway had a theory about dinner parties. Her theory, developed over twenty-three years of attending events she was too observant for, was that the purpose of the aristocratic dinner was not the food, the conversation, or even the social advancement that her mother frequently cited as justification for the elaborate preparation involved….
PART 1 On the third shelf of Cecily Marsh’s private bookcase, between a volume of Keats and an atlas of the Mediterranean, lived a book that did not belong to her. It was a small thing — a collection of essays on the philosophy of natural law, bound in dark green cloth with gilt lettering,…
PART 1 The morning of her wedding, Eleanor Voss made a list. This was not unusual. Eleanor had been making lists since she was nine years old — grocery lists, reading lists, lists of French vocabulary and Italian irregular verbs and the names of every peer of the realm in order of precedence. Lists were…
PART 1 The morning Eleanor Ashby gave away her last piece of bread, she had not eaten since the previous Tuesday. This was not a dramatic circumstance as she experienced it. She had been managing on reduced meals for two years, which was long enough that hunger had stopped feeling like an emergency and started…
PART 1 Nora Vane had been to exactly one wedding in the past four years, and it had been her own. That wedding had lasted eleven months before her husband decided that the woman he actually wanted was his business partner, Elena, who had the specific quality — Nora had concluded, during the long and…
PART 1 The card had been in her coat pocket for four months. Rosa Medina had transferred it from her winter coat to her spring jacket to her winter coat again, always meaning to throw it away, always not quite doing it. It was a business card, heavy stock, no logo, just a name and…
PART 1 The wedding photograph arrived on Riordan Voss’s desk three days before the ceremony. He had not asked for it. His second, Callum, had placed it there with the briefing materials — the financial summary of the proposed alliance, the territorial maps, the names and histories of the relevant parties. The photograph was not…
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