30 October, 1940 - North Sea
Jon stood on the deck gazing at the edge of the sea where the waves stretched toward the horizon, as distant and elusive as his future. The moon cast an opalescent glow on the letter he held in his hand. From time to time he glanced at it, read it again, and thought about Danielle.
My dearest Jon, she wrote. I am honored that you feel you can bare your heart to me, and I want you to know that I share your feelings. You occupy a special place in my heart.
Love is a deep commitment. If I were a woman without responsibilities, I would be on my way to England. But my life is full of other obligations. I have so much love for my daughter, my niece, and my mother. And with this comes a duty to protect them. Jon, we barely escaped the Nazi surge into France. And wh
