Chapter 19
George hadn’t imagined he would be able to sleep a wink, much less all night, but somehow, when next he opened his eyes, light was falling through the curtains. It was morning.
And Matthew was there. Sitting upon the other bed.
George sat bolt upright, dislodging the blanket he didn’t remember pulling over himself. “Matthew?” he asked, his voice rough and cracking.
Matthew’s face was unwontedly sombre, and there was something haunted about his eyes. He hadn’t yet shaved, and wore yesterday’s clothes. Had he been awake all night? Guilt surged anew in George’s breast.
“I read your letter,” he said.
George searched his friend’s face anxiously for any sign of forgiveness, but all he could see was worry. “And do you understand? Matthew, please believe me, I—” He broke off at Ma
