A Study in Scarlet Women (Lady Sherlock, #1)

by Sherry Thomas

But winter was a pleasure only for those who could afford it. Who could sit before a blazing fire, a steaming mug of mulled cider in hand, and watch the storm pelt against windowpanes while nibbling on a slice of still-warm plum cake.

Worrying about outcomes over which I have no control is punishing myself before the universe has decided whether I ought to be punished.