CHAPTER 27When I had taken in his words, I said stupidly, “But that is too soon. I can never have everything ready for Frida and myself...”
“You and Frida are not coming.”
That shut my mouth. Even now, the shock, the unspeakable hurt of it, still rocks me. But he continued to hold my hands around the cup, a strange, sad little smile on his lips.
“Don’t look like that,” he said softly. “How can I take you to England when I cannot protect you? I need to go secretly first, to find out what is happening at Bourne. Later, if it is safe, I shall send for you.”
I whispered, “I did not marry you to be safe.”
“Torfrida...”
“If you insist, I will leave Frida with my mother...”
“I won’t take you.”
“You are leaving me.”
The words came out before I could stop them, still a whisper, but suddenl
