"How… How could this happen?" murmured Mrs. Engel. The weight of realization set in, and she suddenly understood she was well past the point of struggle. Her face turned ashen.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Brighthall. I'm sorry, Mrs. Brighthall," she said finally.

Emily sneered. "What's the point of that, exactly? I am glad that I'm not so easily goaded into working together with the enemy! Anyone else would have jumped at your offer, I bet. Really, though, wouldn't your conscience hurt if anything were