The only warmth left in Grace’s body slid down her face in the form of tears, which Marie brushed away with her callused fingers once Croomes’s footsteps had receded down the hall. “I’m sorry about that, miss, really I am. Way I look at it, most of you’ve got big enough problems without the likes of Croomes on your tails all the time.”
Marie fell silent, her gaze cutting to the door and the other, unconscious patient floating in her freezing water. “I’ll just do one more bucket and leave off the rest, no one needs to know. Besides, a bit of the cold might feel good on that burn.”
The frigid water cascaded over Grace’s features once more, the icy fingers digging into the singed pink flesh of her neck where Croomes had burned her. Numbness crept in, a heavy weight that began in her legs and moved up her torso. She rested her head against the rim of the tub, cramped muscles crying out as she did.
Marie pulled up a stool next to her and began running her fingers through Grace’s hair to untangle the wet ends. “You do a fine enough job of keeping yourself clean,” she said. “But without no brush I’m sure it’s difficult.”
Grace felt the slightest relaxation spreading through her shoulders as Marie finger combed her hair. “I’m sorry about the other thing too, miss,” she said after a while. “I don’t think there’s no reason to tell you I’ll be the one taking your baby from you. Croomes did that just to satisfy the meanness in her.
“My Andrew—that’s my husband, see—he’s always been wanting a wee one and I . . . well, I guess there weren’t such a thing in the cards for me. My own ma says we’ve not been married all that long, and you can’t hurry nature, but I got this feeling inside of me that I can’t shake. Like an emptiness where nothing’s ever gonna grow. I tried to say so to my ma and she said I’d best keep that talk to myself if I don’t want to end up in—”
Marie stopped short, her fingers pausing for a moment. “Well . . . I guess it’s no secret that some of you are just as sane as me and maybe that works the other way around too, sometimes.”
Her fingers picked up their work, sliding freely through Grace’s hair. “So when you came in here with your belly, I had a talk with Heedson and it was decided upon. I told my husband that our prayers had been answered, and he’d best be sleeping in another room for the time being just to be careful, and . . . I suppose it’s a horrible thing, miss, but I’ve been padding my skirts so that my waist matches your own, and I’ll be doing it right up until—”
Marie’s words stopped and Grace stared forward, giving no indication that she’d heard any of it.
“Aye, well,” Marie said. “If you want to hate me for it, you can and that’s your choice. I can’t say as I feel like it’s a good thing to do, but I promise I’ll give your babe a good home, and it’ll be loved as if it were my own.”
The numbness had spread to Grace’s thighs and midsection, but she could still feel the kick inside of her. Slowly she reached up, entwining her freezing fingers with Marie’s and bringing them down into the cold water. Marie gasped at the shock, but then Grace cupped the nurse’s hand on the swell of her belly to feel a kick so strong it sent ripples to the sides of the tub.
They held hands under the water. Their cold fingers sheltered the tiny life, their combined tears the only heat in the room.
FOUR
When Grace woke in the morning her hair was frozen to the floor. Croomes had returned to the baths to find Marie combing it rather than administering treatments. Grace had been dragged to her room, her only dinner a day-old piece of bread tossed through the door before it was locked again. Grace had fallen asleep, her still-dripping hair hanging over the edge of her bed. The night temperatures froze them in place, and she had to pull herself free at sunrise, leaving her hair torn at the ends.
She was inspecting the unevenness when Croomes burst into her room. “That’s a downright shame,” the nurse said, rubbing her shoe over the ends left behind