Chapter 6
We got home so late we missed Adam's nightly phone call. I played the message off the answering machine so Pippa could hear her father's voice, but I all could do was thank God I didn't have to explain tonight what a rotten governess I was. There'd be hell to pay tomorrow, but for now, the only person I had to answer to was my own guilty conscience.
I tucked Pippa into bed, thankful she fell back to sleep with a minimum of crying. She slept. I did not. Images of Luna standing in a kill pen swapped back and forth with my last memory of Harvey until finally I got up and plugged my laptop into Adam's docking station. It was too late to call anyone even if there was a single soul who cared, so I plugged in the land-line and dialed the number Julie Peterson had given me for an old-f
