Calculated Resolve

But Eleanor was astute—too astute. She caught the flicker of change on Rosalind's face and asked quickly, "Did something happen?"

Rosalind forced a smile and shook her head. "It's nothing, Grandmother."

Eleanor eyed her with concern. "If something's wrong, you must tell me."

"Really, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired," Rosalind said, leaning lightly against Eleanor's shoulder. It felt like onl