The carriage rolled to a stop in front of the manor, and Isabella felt her stomach clench with dread. She had spent the morning at Ella's house, gathering her strength and her courage, preparing herself to return home. But now that she was actually here, facing the reality of walking back into that house, she felt like turning around and running.
But she couldn't run. Not anymore. She had a baby to think about now.
A tiny life depending on her to be strong.
As the footman helped her down from the carriage, Isabella noticed a figure pacing back and forth in front of the manor's entrance. Even from a distance, she recognised the tense set of his shoulders, the agitated movements.
Leofric.
He must have been watching for her return. The moment her feet touched the ground, he started walking toward her, his long strides eating up the distance between them.
