We had visited Sam each day in the weeks since our return to London and I found it hard to witness Susannah’s distress afterwards, though she kept it hidden from him. Worse, his trial was upon us and still we had nothing.
Now, after spending our usual time with him, we made our way to see Noah in Rotherhithe, having received a cryptic note summoning us to discuss certain plans.
Susannah sat beside me in the hackney, looking desolate. ‘Plans for how we shall bear to see him die?’
‘Let’s hope he has some good news.’
‘Then he’d have said so in his note.’
What could I say to comfort her? ‘Try to stay hopeful, cara.’ Impressive, no?
caraHowever, she did turn to me with a wan smile. ‘Yes, I shall try. You’re right. I cannot be any help to him if I despair.’ She chewed her lip. ‘Jesu. Will
