Every single day Ursula peered out of the window. Her eyes trained upon where the road merged with the horizon, hoping, yearning, and praying for Tom to appear walking down to the farmhouse.
He never did.
More than a month had passed and she’d had no news of him, except for a letter from Anna that a friend had visited them. In the same letter Anna suggested the entire family visit Aunt Lydia’s for Christmas.
a friend“I think it’s a fantastic idea,” Aunt Lydia said. “We haven’t been all together since before the war.”
Ursula didn’t want to rub salt in the wound by reminding her aunt that neither Uncle Peter nor Ursula’s father would be present. Both of them were still in captivity.
“It would be very crowded here.” Richard stopped when Ursula laughed.
“So, we’ll all get close. Like we
