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must have asked her a question and was now looking at her with concern. “Did you hear what I asked you? You don't look very well, sweetie, are you feeling okay? And you barely touched your pie,that's not like you.”
    “I'm..I'm fine. Just feeling a little dizzy that's all.” Rose was telling the truth, she was feeling like the room was spinning around her.
    “ Oh no, can I get you anything? Should I go get David?”
    “ No, I don't want to scare him. I'll be fine, it's going away already.”
    Emma looked at her cautiously. “Are you sure? I'm going to get back to the boarding house so you can get a rest, I've talked your ear off for enough time already today. I'll leave the rest of the pie for you and David to finish tonight,” she stopped abruptly, her eyes lighting up as an idea was forming.
    “Rose?” she asked with excitement in her voice, “Do you think you could be...” she paused and whispered, “ expecting? ”
    Rose nodded her head as if Emma was on to something. Rose was sure she wasn't pregnant but couldn't admit the real reason she was not feeling well. She played along with Emma's suspicions. “Emma, I didn't even think of that, you might be on to something. If it turns out that I am, you will be the first to know. Well, after David, of course.” They both laughed and Emma looked as happy as if she herself were pregnant. Rose felt bad for fibbing to her but this wasn't the time to unload the truth about her past and she was desperate to find out what was in that letter.
    She let Emma lead her to the parlor to lay down and then said good-bye to her and thanked her for bringing her the fabric, the letter and the delicious pie. Once she heard Emma's wagon long gone down the road out from the farm she sat upright, adrenaline pumping through her. Her hands were shaking as she once again glanced at the address on the outside-written in Grant's own handwriting.
    For a fleeting moment before she opened it, she thought maybe it would be best if she didn't open it-just destroy it. She could tear it up and put it in the stove. But she was too curious, and worried that possibly something had happened to her family. If something had happened to them while she was away and they couldn't get in touch with her, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.
    She stopped debating with herself and tore the envelope open, pulling out the letter it contained.
    The letter, too, was written by Grant. She tried to hold the letter steady in her shaking hands. It read:
    Dearest Rose,
    I'm sure it's quite a shock to you that I was able to track you down. It took awhile but I was finally able to figure out where you've been hiding (thanks to a little help from Louisa). Do not worry, your secret is safe with me until you want to let the rest of your family in on it, too. They've been quite worried about you and await  a letter from you to arrive.
    I'm sure it's also quite a shock to you that I should write to you at all. The last time I saw you was at the engagement party at your house. I only wish I would've had the chance to speak to you then.
    But now I can speak to you freely, as I am no longer betrothed to Isabel. There was an accident, she took a fall and, though she is fine otherwise, she suffered a miscarriage.
    Now before you think me even more of a cad than I'm sure you already do, please know that it was not I who broke off the engagement, but Isabel. Without you around to torment and with no baby to come, she had little use for me and was soon in the arms of a number of other suitors, who were more than eager to receive her favors. I curse the day I ever met her.
    I was only too happy to part ways with her, for, in your heart, you know that it is you that I love. You had to know that it's always been you, Rose. Being away from you, thinking that I had to spend the rest of my life with another woman, it was torture for me.
    Louisa told me what she knew of your whereabouts and had remembered the name of the husband who