CHAPTER 38
Simon couldn’t take his eyes off her throughout the entire dinner. Mrs. Stern insisted on fixing a full feast in honor of their wedding. Their wedding. Had it really happened? He kept expecting to wake up again in a solitary confinement cell. What had he ever done to deserve such happiness?
The Sterns sent them up to bed shortly after they ate, and while Hannah took a bath, Simon crept into the den, thankful to find Mr. Stern alone.
“Why aren’t you with your new wife? It’s your wedding night, you know.”
Simon’s face heated up at the directness of Mr. Stern’s question, but he reminded himself he’d have to get used to Westerners and their outspoken nature. He kept his eyes down, but his voice was steady. “I’d like to talk with you about America. About the church you mentioned
