Chapter 40
The silence from the Admiralty was intolerable. What could they possibly be thinking? Had Jocelyn not known that his secret had never been a secret, he might have thought they were preparing to court martial him and sentence him to death.
But he had a new reason to live, and so he was impatient with every day, every hour, every minute of waiting. Beaseley did not come. And neither did any representative of the Admiralty. Nor any letter from Catherine. And there was no word from Sir Lyle.
He was suffocating, choked off from everyone who might tell him whether his love was alive or dead, whether his son lived. And, for the first time, he was aware that his legacy meant something. Living meant something. Having the blessed opportunity to remake oneself – it was like Easter morni
