Chapter 29. You Chose for All of Us

Josie's POV

I found him in the riding school, where I'd found him the morning I told him about my father. He wasn't putting a sword through anything this time. He was sitting on the mounting block with his elbows on his knees, staring at the sand, like a man who's been waiting a long time for a train he knows is going to hit him.

He looked up when I came in. He saw the envelope in my hand, and he didn't ask what it was.

"Margot," he said.

"Margot." I didn't sit down. "She'd like one person in this house to be as angry as she is. She picked well."

He stood up. I put up a hand and he stopped, three steps away, where the light from the high windows fell between us.

"Tell me it's not true," I said.

"I can't."