prey. They ducked behind a shrub, peering through the branches.
 
 Mary and her friend were outside a small, expensive teahouse Cora
 
 had never visited.
 
 “There you are,” said a man — Alden! — joining them.
 
 “Constance, you are as lovely as a dream. And, Mary, pet, how
 
 wonderful to see you again after all these years.” He leaned for-
 
 ward and Cora could have sworn Mary hissed at him.
 
 When all three had disappeared into the teahouse, Cora and
 
 Thomas briefly whispered about whether to follow them in, but
 
 decided it couldn’t be done unobserved. They walked quickly back
 
 in the direction of home.
 
 “Isn’t that the man staying at the boardinghouse?” Thomas
 
 asked.
 
 “It is.” Cora frowned, fighting back a shudder. “I don’t like
 
 him. I think he was waiting for me the other day, in our hall where
 
 he had no business to be.”
 
 “I don’t like any of them. And it can’t be a coincidence that
 
 they know each other. That woman — Constance — showing up
 
 here after I heard her threatening my father? Alden staying at the
 
 boardinghouse with us? And then that crazy witch.”
 
 “She couldn’t have known we’d be at her house, though,” Cora
 
 said, trying to puzzle it out.
 
 “She could have, if Alden watched us leave and then ran ahead
 
 and told her.”
 
 “But why would they be watching us?”
 
 Thomas scowled and kicked at a stone as they left the sidewalk
 
 for the dirt lane to the house. “My father is wealthy. Very wealthy.
 
 The way he was talking that night — he was scared. He’s not a
 
 man who gets scared. Maybe he sent us away so we’d be safe from
 
 that woman, but now she’s followed us here!”