The pocket doors to the front hall crashed open. Mrs. Embers stumbled into the studio, strands of dark hair falling across her eyes. “I need your help, Julius. I’m hurt.” She clutched her stomach.
“Christ!” Julius put down the flash lamp. “Get them out of here, Gracie.” He charged across the room and grabbed his mother by the arm to escort her away.
“You need to go immediately.” Grace handed me Stephen’s parcel and pushed on my back to get me to move faster.
I looked over my shoulder. “What happened to Mrs. Embers?”
“Please, just go.”