So much misery. So much loss. If she opened her mind to the vast hopelessness all around her she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to function at all, let alone make herself useful. Michael guided the buggy past the impressive Crocker and Huntington estates, then turned up the drive of the house she had called home for her entire life. It was good to see how little damage the stone-clad mansion had sustained, although it did show thin cracks radiating out from the corners of a few of the tallest windows gracing the drawing room and her father’s library. Mary was waiting on the stoop next to the kitchen door, wiping her hands on her apron, when Tess climbed down and embraced her. “You brought her back.” Mary looked lovingly at her son. “Bless you.” “We’re not staying,” Michael said. “Tess will explain. I’m going to the stables to water this horse and change rigs. While I do that, you two start packing up more bandages and supplies.” “Of course.” Tess could see unshed tears brimming in the older woman’s eyes and she realized there was moisture in hers, too.
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