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Bermuda was gorgeous!
Gwen had visited several times before, but she never stopped enjoying the sweet-scented flowering trees, the long winding cobblestone streets, the quaint picturesque shops. Bermuda in full bloom was a miracle of natural beauty.
The orphanage was somewhat removed from Fort Hamilton, and neatly tucked amid a cluster of thick shade trees. Young Father Luis de Paul, a distant cousin of Winston’s, ran the small compound with equal measures of strength, humor, and compassion.
Their living quarters might have been sparse, but the thirty-two children in his care were well-tended, polite, and happy. She admired his dedication, and took quiet comfort in the serenity he radiated with such effortless ease.
His composure had been tested that afternoon when she’d arrived wit
