Jacob made it all the way to the street corner, fuming at her stubborn resistance, cursing her obstinance and refusal to accept him, before slowly coming to his senses as slow, fat drops of rain pummeled his head. He had just found his missing wife, and he was letting his temper get the better of him. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he accepted that he had to swallow his pride to sort this out and get to the truth. His reactions did not signify; he had to choose to be calm in order to resolve this matter.
If he did not, he realized with dawning horror, she might pick up and disappear again, and he would return to a hell of his own making—forced to search for her yet again with no clues to lead his way. Fate had favored him with the article in The Gentleman’s Magazine, or he would never
