Val bolted out of her room and made for the stairs, fearing for her life. She then remembered Dorothea and Louisa, asleep in their beds, likely unaware what was happening. Steeling herself, she sprint
The next day, Dorothea provided Val with a stack of catalogs with her breakfast, and told her to write down what she wanted. “We must get you some new clothes of your own,” she said. “You deserve the
