It had been two years since she’d seen Henry.
He’d remained in London, her place of birth, while she’d been attending medical school in New York. It was still a fairly new city in the scheme of things, she chuckled to herself. “New city,” New York. When compared to her London, England, New York was practically an infant in 1800s North America, but it had character and, after a time, she had come to love it, even think of it as a home of sorts.
The air smelled of salt and fried fish, and the sounds around her included dock workers and their rough language, the subtle slap of waves against the moorings of the dock and the clip clop of horses’ hooves adding to the rhythm of the day.
Doctor Helena Jane Kelly sat in a small cafe waiting for the small boy—Joe was his name—who said he could ai
