Chapter 98 Hatching ideas

The flickering candlelight danced on the cluttered table, casting long shadows that made Mary jump every time they flickered. Disappointment gnawed at her like a particularly stubborn rat. Here she was, back in her cramped London flat, the echoes of Eliza's laughter and the salty tang of the ocean a fading memory. Mary slammed her fist on the table, scattering the papers further. News of Jane's marriage to Fred had arrived like a rogue bowling ball, knocking over all her carefully constructed plans. While she'd entertained fantasies of ancient wonders and sun-drenched adventures, Jane had seemingly found solace and happiness right under her nose. A bitter snort escaped Mary's lips. Sure, the Egyptian adventure had been Eliza's brainchild, but Mary had let herself get swept up in the excitement. Now, back in the dreary reality of her life, the resentment simmered, laced with a healthy dose of jealousy. She reached for a crumpled letter, the once-vibrant ink dulled with time. It was a