Chapter Seven
He heard Elizabeth speak as he dashed beneath the protection of the roof and out of the incessant rain. His heart had lurched when he’d seen her fighting for warmth beneath the meager heating. It was like trying to find warmth from the flame of a matchstick. She looked frozen, wet and miserable, and all he wanted to do was bundle her up like he’d done yesterday, take her home and care for her. At least she wore the coat. He was pleased. But then an image of Hanna wearing the coat flittered into his mind, and the satisfying feeling drained away into the familiar pit of emptiness. He wished she was still alive to wear it. Clearing his mind of the thought and associated despondency, he concentrated on the reason for this wet trip into the main street.
She’d been in his thought
