Epilogue
Autumn followed spring, and spring came after fall. Flowers bloomed and leaves fell, and each time she and Jeremiah would have a few stolen days together before she headed west, or east, depending on the season. Then on one visit, Lorena was startled to see the first glint of silver in her lover’s hair…how many years had they been doing this? Seven now, and then ten, and gray began to show in her own dark locks. She knew women of her circle who tinted their hair, desperately trying to keep the passage of time at bay, but she would never bother. Jeremiah certainly didn’t care, and if he didn’t, then why should she?
His son knew of their liaisons, but stayed resolutely away, making sure their paths did not cross. She had never exchanged a single word with Jacob, and never would. O
