EpilogueTommy was off doing undercover work for his superior, and here I sat at the bar in the hotel The Duke of York, in a seedier side of Nairobi. I took the cigarette that dangled from my mouth—I never had been one for smoking—stubbed it out in an ashtray on the bar, and reached for my pint.
I no longer wore the diamond in the rough, Charlie’s gift to me. It was tucked away in a safe place in Tommy’s room—our room—at Fortescue Manor until we found a home of our own.
A home of our own…I looked down at the wedding ring on the ring finger of my left hand. I slid the ring up and down my finger, finally taking it off and placing it on the bar in front of me.
I sipped my pint, contemplating the future.
We’d waited until we reached Lake Tanganyika to exchange vows under a full moon. As whe
