Ian walked into the Anglican Church, his father, Patrick, beside him. Even though Patrick was Irish, and raised a devout Catholic as a child, there were no Catholic churches in Philadelphia, and he had attended the Anglican Church since the day he had arrived.
Ian hid a smile as they entered. Only a few days before, the room beside the altar had sheltered him through the night as he hid from the British. Abigail had helped him escape. To him, it was much more than her saving the life of a former lover. It was a new beginning. But he wasn’t sure what it meant to her—one last favor, perhaps.
They walked down the center aisle, a family in front of them, the man in his finest jacket, the woman in her best dress and bonnet, two little girls, nicely dressed, tagging along. The pews were quickl
