In a clandestine shroud of l**t, they plotted and planned. And then one evening her life crumbled into a million little grains of sand.
“What was that?”
Matilda halted her forward trajectory and listened. “I don"t hear anything.”
“I heard footsteps.”
“You probably heard your own footsteps. No one is out at this hour.”
“Perhaps it’s my husband? What has become of him?”
“We must keep going. We will send an inquiry once we’ve arrived in Cuba.”
“There has to be another option.” Mrs. Aubright’s voice trembled. “We should have taken the car!”
Matilda dropped her bags and grabbed her friend’s arms. “You have to pull yourself together. You know there are officers scouting all of the roads. They’d stop us before we got out of the city.”
“We’ll never get away…”
“I know how to sail. We’ll
