A Premonition of Evil

Mid-August, 1901

Jillian Abercrombie stared across the morning room at her older brother, Jack, who whistled as he poured almost-cold coffee at the sideboard. Their parents’ newly purchased home on Eutaw Place was much larger than the old one, and boasted a ballroom upstairs, a music room with pocket doors that opened from the drawing room, a billiard room that did the same, and a two-story cast iron and glass conservatory at the back. With a big ...