Chapter 7Helen McCauley
Claire was so very much like her father. Those blazing brown eyes, so quick to question everything. I always wondered why she hadn’t become a journalist instead of choosing education. I sent her and a warm pitcher of water into the bedroom where I’d laid out some slacks and a flannel shirt. Once she’d washed and changed, I offered her a seat in front of the fire and poured her a cup of tea.
“Me first,” I said before she could go off again. “What happened to the captain? The woman you know as Annabell Brown.”
She explained the circumstances of the captain being tried for my kidnapping and presumed death. I shook my head sadly but listened on as she told me about the punishment, tears falling freely down her face as she went on to explain the explosions and her har
