“Whatever happened to him? Do you know?” “Who?” “The apprentice. Robert.” He disliked even saying his name. Her hands stilled for a moment. “I have no idea. He went off to fight the fire, and I never saw him again.” She toyed with a flannel square. “I was supposed to marry him.” “Were you, now?” No wonder Robert had acted so hostile. An imagined scenario popped into Colin’s mind, of Amy kissing the freckled, carrot-topped man. It made him sick in his gut, and the question came out of his mouth before he could catch himself. “Do you love him?” “No.” Amy tensed visibly as she folded the flannel
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