Chapter 20
1911, Southampton
Tears fell down Leander’s face once again as he remembered the early times with Emil. The judge, the jury, Weeks, Noble, and the onlookers all stared at him in the silence.
Weeks rose from his seat and marched over to him. “Are you all right?” he asked under his breath.
He looked over Weeks’s shoulder at the judge, who seemed to be expecting an answer. He searched for the question and the answer in Weeks’s face.
“The judge has asked if you are all right,” Weeks said, this time loud enough for the judge to hear.
Leander took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. “I apologize, sir. A speck of dust must have floated into my eye.”
“Very well then, may we continue?” the judge asked in a patronizing tone.
He blushed and said, barely above a whisp
