Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1290

Agnes had been waiting inside for quite some time. She was starting to nod off, almost drifting into sleep. Finally, she pinched herself hard, and the sudden sharpness snapped her back to reality.

She figured it was about time to make her exit. The last thing Agnes wanted was to scare the living daylights out of the homeowners and cause a scene. With plans to leave town with Elton the next day, the last thing she needed was any unnecessary drama.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly, ever so quietly, began to slide the closet door open, praying it wouldn’t creak. Every nerve in her body was on high alert as she held her breath. It was only now, in the clarity of her wakefulness, that she realized just how ridiculous her situation was. But it was too late for regrets.

Agnes just wanted to slip away unnoticed. As she finally managed to open the closet door wide enough, she attempted to step out. But her leg, asleep from crouching for so long, betrayed her. She stumbled forward and fell out of the closet with a resounding crash.

“Who’s there?”

A cold and stern voice pierced the darkness of the bedroom. Agnes’s heart sank, feeling as if it had been squeezed by an iron fist. She was caught red-handed. Surely, she was about to be marched off to the police station. Poor Elton, already so busy, didn’t need this headache.

It didn’t take much effort to push him away, and then she noticed something that startled her even more—tears streaming silently down his face.

Agnes was taken aback. It wasn’t often she saw a man cry. The last time was at her mother’s funeral, when she’d found Preston alone in his study, drinking and sobbing quietly while gazing at a photograph of her mother.

That was part of the reason she’d stayed with the Whitfield family all these years. Despite everything, she believed that her father, flawed as he was, had truly loved her mother.