Epilogue
Days became weeks before stretching into a month. The middle of August crept in, hot and humid with occasional hints of a fall that was yet to come.
Elena rested on the sofa in the cottage living room, wondering where everyone was and annoyed she wasn’t allowed up except for emergencies. The doctors warned her if she didn’t follow orders, she’d be confined to the bedroom—period, bedpan, and all. She was recovering, but not as fast as she’d like. She wanted to explore the town, the hills, take rides with Mikhail and Alex along the Dkany River. Her baby was okay—that’s really all that mattered. Resilient little critters when they are in the womb, aren’t they?
The plans excited her. She wished she could have seen the demolition of the ruins. The monastery picked up the expenses of
