Two days after the incident at the breakfast table when Sarah had been afraid Jessica was having a heart attack, they were out together on their daily walk, meandering toward the top of one of the endless pastures on Jessica’s estate. When they reached the top, Jessica stopped and pointed eastward.
“This is the highest point on the property. You can see the English Channel,” she said.
In the distance, two miles or so, Sarah thought, she could see the white-capped, slate blue waters of the North Atlantic. The sight made her think of Boston and her job and her father, and for the first time since she had been there, she felt a twinge of homesickness and a readiness to return to her world.
When she turned away from the view, she found Jessica studying her. “Are you thinking about home?” “
