Lydia

Lydia slipped in with a glance back over her shoulder, almost afraid. If Joseph knew what she was doing...if he found out...would he decide she was better gotten rid of, as well? She was surely doing more than Samuel had to give him cause. Wrapping her shawl a bit more tightly around her, she moved across his trailer floor, fingers brushing over the edge of the table like that would give her some sense of the words that she needed to say, though they caught in her throat when she tried to figure out how to utter them.