AHMITY’S CARRIAGE WAS luxurious. The bright red exterior was lined in gold trim. The spacious interior was lined with thick crimson curtains and piles of silky golden cushions. It was as warm as if Nicole were sitting next to a cozy fire. Although the terrain was rocky and steep at times, Nicole and the babies felt as if they were floating down the mountainside. Nicole glanced out the large picture windows on occasion to assure herself they were still moving. Jack rode beside the carriage, reveling in the freedom of a long ride in the mountains comforted by the knowledg his wife and newborns were safely at his side.
On the second day, Jack moved into the carriage and allowed Nicole to ride between feedings. The fresh air and sunshine sent her spirits soaring. She’d forgotten how much she
