#CHAPTER 154: Spilling the Tea

Sarah POV It was an odd sort of coup, but Whitfield had agreed to join us for high tea, to which the girls had become completely addicted. I had to admit I enjoyed it as well, and Eliot had moved dinner back an hour in our schedule in recognition. The fact that Zane was fine with changing his household’s schedule back an hour just made me love him more. Lately, everything he did made me love him more. Yes, I knew I loved Zane, and I knew he loved me back. The issue wasn’t love. It was the impossibility of being together, and I couldn’t blame him for it. So, I sat there on the loveseat in the front sitting room and watched as Eliot and a new housemaid named Hannah set out the tea with towers of sandwiches and slices of cake. I thought of Miss Liesel then, another car accident, and another hit-and-run. I sat there for a moment, teacup in hand, and wondered who I had become. Who was I? This weird woman around whom people died? But what could I do? Why were the people around me