She felt better once she was in his arms, but not by much, she was so afraid to tell him, but she could keep nothing from Chris. It was amusing though, to think of Olivia killing someone when she hated killing bugs and often set off any mouse traps she came across.
"I..." she began, whispering softly, hoping that there was a chance that he could not hear her. "That Russian I brought with me from London, she's not my maid. She is the daughter of a Russian nobleman, she ran away from her family and was forced to become a prostitute to take care of herself, and I could not stand the thought of her being with others while I felt so strongly for her, so I brought her with me. I love her, Chris, or at least I think I do, and I've hurt her." her tears came more frequently now as she trembled in his arms, afraid of what he would say next.