even two weeks ago , she never would have believed that she 'd be able to use the words `` my sister '' in a sentence . her heart was trying to fight its way out of her chest , banging on her ribs as if they were a door with frozen hinges . `` but the earl believes your father had something to do with the fire , does he not ? '' she wandered over to it , something pulling her in that direction . his voice was strong and deep , his words slow . 