
Nineteen-year-old Agatha Bowen balanced on a sofa arm while two married friends tried to repair her unmarried future without invitation. A house of your own would make you happier than rooms in another family's home, however kind the Iansons are. You step into this one-chapter preview with Nathanael Harper at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. After the Harpers left, you laughed alone at the mirror, unaware why the younger brother's grave gaze remained clearer than the Major's practiced charm. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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