Chapter 1
Sarah Wentworth sat on the edge of her bed and wept, her husband’s letter fallen to the floor. Even with the heavy black marker censoring some of his words, this note from James in his curling, calligraphy-like hand was the first message she had from him. She had been without him twenty-four days, twelve hours, and seventeen minutes. Was it only that long since they sat huddled in the Boston train station, pressed together against the madness? Was it less than a month since he leapt from the speeding train like the graceful hunter he was, when he rushed back to her, held her close, and kissed her passionately because this kiss had to last?
The first days were the hardest since she didn’t know where they were taking him. After public debates and private posturing, social media f
