Angus cracked the reins and we bounded over the hills and valleys. I was still unsure where he was taking us, I got a sudden wave of nausea. I could have sworn that I was over this part of my pregnancy, it must be from my unsteady nerves and uncertainty.
I had to make sure that I had a plan, if Graham questioned me on what happened, I had to be sure to have a reliable story, one that made sense. Feign innocence is what Clare had once told me, but could I knowing that it was on my own accord.
Do I tell Graham that I was simply just wanting to visit my home land and got caught in the crosshairs of a decades long strife? Would Graham see right through me or would he sympathize with my delicate lady brain. Knowing him, him knowing me, I could foresee him not believing a word that came out
