Although Amelia loved her family, she had always had an independent spirit and no qualms about traveling alone. She looked around the gilded traveling car and her eyes fastened on a couple across the aisle. The wife was reading with her head tilted forward and her husband’s was thrown back agains...
She knew that while he held her she was safe. She felt like a coward. The old Sabrina would have been taking charge and barking orders. Instead, she was hiding behind the barn mopping. There were wounded to tend to, families to inform, funerals to plan, it was her job not Brock’s. “Are you okay?”...