She choked on guilt. “It’s not your fault, Dr. York.”
He dropped himself onto a chair. “Apologies for sitting, Miss Winkworth, but my legs don’t hold me.”
“Dear Dr. York.” She took his hand. “I’ll find a way to help you.”
He waved dismissively.
“I’ll contact my solicitor immediately,” Perry said.
“All my dreams…” Dr. York shook his head. “Years of studying and sacrifices. My father sold our horse to pay for my studies.”
“Goodness, Dr. York. I’m so sorry.”
He sniffled. “Do not worry, Miss Winkworth. It was my choice. You didn’t ask me to sacrifice myself, but I did it gladly. Perry is the best friend I’ve ever had, and you, Miss Winkworth,are a fine lady.” He rested his forehead on his closed fist. “If we don’t fight for what is good, then for what?”
Edith held his hand again.
There was only one person she could ask for help.
