knew quite what to do in such emotional situations so he averted his eyes respectfully while the woman sobbed with uncontrollable anguish. He was at a loss, and as he tried not to make the situation more awkward, he turned his attention to the room around them.
It was a well cared for room. Mrs. Nichols must have spent most of her days keeping the cottage neat and tidy for her daughter and father-in-law. Now, the cleaning probably acted as a release for the worry and terror she felt for her child.
Child. Where is the baby? William knew that the family was in possession of one of the changelings, an infant that had been switched for young Sarah's own child, yet he had seen nothing to indicate that there was a child in the cottage.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Nichols, but the Doctor said that there was a... child?"
"Mrs. Nichols flinched at the word, took a shaky breath and nodded. "Yes. Yes, of course. Just a moment."
