Chapter 115
John turned from the hatch of Hugh’s Vauxhall where he’d just put the last of their bags. He had more to tell all of them, Branwen, Hugh, and James, but all of it would wait until they were away from here. He walked slowly toward the house, hoping everything looked different when they returned.
Today the stone walls and dark gray sky threatened to hold him here for the rest of his life.
Fiona was walking down the main stairs when he walked inside, then she turned to look at John. The relief on her face was obvious. He tried to keep his response to himself.
He loved Fiona dearly, but he was far past ready to leave.
“John, there you are. I know you’ll want to get going before it gets much later, but it’s Elizabeth. She’s more upset, and she wants to see you before you leave.
