The Midnight Chaplain: Chapter 11

Haddon’s footfalls creaked on every loose floorboard as he approached the sickroom door. Behind him, Hermia pressed her hand between his shoulder blades. “Hurry, Father,” she urged, her voice strained with desperation.

Haddon grasped the doorknob and twisted it. “Robin, it’s just me,” he announced, easing the door ajar. Victoria’s cries rang sharp and di…