Inside the carriage, the silence was loud.
It was a heavy, suffocating kind of silence that seemed to press against the very wooden walls of the moving vehicle.
Delaney was watching the landscape pass as the carriage moved on the road. The grand, expensive houses of Mayfair were slowly falling away behind them. The busy, crowded cobblestone streets of London gradually turned into the quieter, dirt paths of the countryside. The sky above was a pale, flat gray, completely devoid of the morning sun.
She sat completely still on the velvet seat. Her hands were folded perfectly in her lap, resting over the dark fabric of her traveling dress.
She stared out the small glass window, but she was not truly seeing the passing trees or the open green fields.
Her mind was working overtime.
"I need to enter Papa's study," Delaney thought to herself.
