"As ye wish." Pardon? As she wished? A flash of anger went through Abilene. She didn't want this- she thought Rose was being ridiculous, there was nothing between her and Andrew, she'd had a job here, a way to make a living, and now- Abilene had to take a deep breath before the tightness in her chest would loosen. "Goodbye," she said simply. Slipping her coat on as she headed out the door, she swallowed at the lump in her throat, but it would not go away. Down the street she went, shooting one last glance back through the window of the bakery. If Andrew was looking, her face was sad, if both he and Rose or just rose, her expression was like steel.

Now what would she do? She'd been incredibly lucky to be offered a job at Andrew's bakery, and she doubted many other folk in town in the trade would be willing to train a girl who might open her own bakery here in Whitby and become their competition. Maybe she could become a cook at some rich person's house. Maybe she'd have to find work in a factory. A governess wouldn't be half-bad work, but Abilene wasn't born into the right status to have a chance at a job like that. The cold wind swept around her as she walked down the street, alone, pained, uncertain.