Chapter Eleven
James rested back in his chair and looked out the office window. A superb view of the winter ocean met him. Steel-grey clouds hung low over darker water. Sharp white peaks slapped the grey here and there. Sheets of grey slashed over the horizon. Another storm raced towards them and soon would hit the window with a thumping force. If it was possible, the weather was even worse than it was yesterday.
Hanna loved the view from his window, almost as much from her conservatory. From the third floor, you could see right out to the horizon. She would sit opposite his desk, looking at the view, nursing Madeline while he worked. Those were peaceful times. Before the nightmare began.
His throat constricted. It seemed with the appearance of Elizabeth, his mind was disappearing more
