He put down his knife and looked at me. ‘Will you tell him?’
His words sobered me. ‘I think I must. Yet to know and never to see her again.’
‘We cannot be certain of that, cara. Perhaps he can come home one day. Until then, she can write to him.’
caraI refilled our glasses. ‘She will. And one day she’ll understand who he is.’
He pointed to my plate. ‘Eat, Susannah.’
I lifted the bread and took a small bite, quickly followed by another when I realised just how hungry I was.
‘Tomorrow we must see your papá so I can ask for your hand, and then we shall fetch Penny home.’
papá ‘Bit late for that.’ I took another bite, chewed, and swallowed. ‘My hand. Not Penny.’ He watched me cramming food into my mouth, with a slight frown between thick black brows. I tried to remember when I had last
