Late June 1940
Late June 1940Late June 1940It was a beautiful day for a wedding. Even Hetty, who didn’t consider herself the least bit romantic, had to admit the weather was perfect. She stood in a lavish bedroom at the Lonsdale family estate and studied the grounds below through the window. Lebanon cedar trees planted more than a century ago edged the vast lawn of the estate like old guards. She placed her palm on the windowpane, soaking in the late spring sunlight through her fingers.
Hetty blinked and suddenly all of that beauty was gone, replaced with the beaches of Dunkirk strewn with dying men and b****y water. She blinked again, trying to erase the memories that had caused her so much pain of late.
“Hetty?” Her mother’s voice pulled her out of her ruminations. The visions of dyin
