April 1944
April 1944April 1944It had been nearly six months since Alan died. Elizabeth found herself settling into a steady rhythm of work and life. With intermittent bombings and less frequent air raids, life had seemed strangely more bearable in many ways. She’d focused on her friends and the unofficial family she’d formed in the last five years. As an aunt of sorts to little Teddy, she found joy in the small moments, the quiet moments when sunlight poured in through the windows and the way the flowers bloomed in the pots on the roof of the Marriage Bureau’s office.
Every day the mailman delivered letters, she felt renewed with hope, knowing she had a chance to help other people find love. It was the only purpose in life that could have kept her afloat on a sea of grief after her brot
