5
DAISY
Doctor James—Ethan—lit a fire in the cooking stove in the kitchen and the cast-iron stove in the parlor, then left me to tend to the horse. The house was quite cold, for it had been untended for several days, so I remained in my outerwear until it warmed up. I’d been into his office before, but never in his residence. It was small and fairly Spartan, although the man was—had been—a bachelor and had moved recently to town.
I sat on the chair in the corner and stared at the bed. The quiet afforded me time to think, for at home—no, not home any longer—everyone had hugged me and cried over me and was equally thrilled and stunned that I’d married the doctor. I hadn’t had a moment to think. I bit my lip in worry that Ethan would regret his decision, that his honor would make for a col
