Hidden Truths and Country Secrets
The autumn air in Mr. Latimer’s bedchamber was thick with the scent of brandy and liniment. His leg, encased in a splint, lay propped on the counterpane, a testament to the "blasted rabbits" and his ill-fated ride. Mr. Jones, the apothecary, finished his work with a frown.
“Eight weeks,” the medical man pronounced, a sentence that landed with the weight of a stone. Two months confined to his chamber, while the harvest still needed gathering and tenants required guidance.
His trusted servant, John, ever practical, suggested young Miss Anabelle might assist. Mr. Jones agreed, noting her "smart little head." Anabelle, drawn by the commotion, burst into the room with news – a messenger from Blackwood Hall, urgently requesting Mr. Jones for the ailing Sir George.
Sympathy softening her features, Anabelle approached her father’s bedside once the apothecary departed. Little did she know, her life was about to become far more complicated than managing tenants and overseeing plantings, for the death of Sir George Mountford would usher in new arrivals, and with them, a web of secrets and unexpected desires.
