Chapter ONE - Weebly

ightly on the cobblestone. Once past the battlements,
they crossed the causeway into Roxbury, veered south
toward Dorchester, and continued on to Milton and the
Hutchinson estate. It had been months since last Ethan
ventured out of Boston, and despite the length of the
journey—nearly two hours—he enjoyed seeing the
countryside and knowing that Sephira Pryce was miles
away.
Hutchinson’s home stood at the top of a knoll that
overlooked the Neponset River and offered a distant
view of Boston Harbor. It was a sprawling estate built
of marble, with an impressive portico at the main
entrance, and smaller wings flanking the central portion
of the house. Large trees shaded the yard, and as Ethan
climbed out of the carriage and followed the driver up
the path toward the house, he caught a glimpse of
colorful gardens along both sides of the home. Birds
sang, bees buzzed past, and a freshing breeze rustled
the leaves overhead. Ethan could see why Hutchinson
had chosen to retreat here after the attack on his home
in the city. A servant met Ethan at the door and led him
through the house to an open veranda at the back