*Constance*

Harriet and I slept in the same bed that night, something I was certain no one else would approve of. A servant sleeping in the same room with her mistress was uncommon, let alone in the same bed. But I didn’t care. Her company was soothing, and she was in no condition to go down to her own room.

When dawn came, I was wide awake, unable to get much rest the night before. I got out of bed while Harriet was still sleeping. I thought she looked so ...