Before I knew what was happening, Lucy stood beside me with my overcoat, and she handed it to me with "It will be chilly, no doubt."
She had donned her coat and wrapped a scarf about her neck even before I'd reluctantly finished buttoning my own coat.
"Come," she said. "We will see the inn, then return. Perhaps then these... ghosts from your past will no longer haunt you."
Thus I understood Lucy's reasoning.
"I have no desire to return there, Lucy dearest," I said, but her smile told me I was lying; if not to her, then to myself.
Neville Hunt about 2 months ago
I’m now very worried...