Chapter 38

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​⁠The reporter's fleering smile and his acidulous "Thank you, Miss Cabot," convinced Persis that the man had, with the sophistication reporters learn too well, put the worst possible interpretation on her forest promenade with Forbes. This was all that it needed to turn her disappointment into dismay, her bewilderment into panic. She had lost rhythm with her life and the world.

She thrust one boot in