Michael held Clarissa’s long slender fingers firmly in his large hand. In spite of the cold, she had taken the one glove off.
She wanted to feel the skin of his hand next to hers. She had never felt so happy or so safe.
Still unsure of her actions or how she would even begin to explain herself to Charles, she had no such doubts about Michael Darrington, no uncertainty whatsoever.
She was in love with him.
Clarrisa Peterson had no idea when she met this handsome soldier, Michael Darrington, while working as a war volunteer that this union would bound together four people through two wars, tragedy and eventually lead to murder. Four people are devastated when the man they love is killed at war. His mother, his pregnant wife, his brother and his wife’s brother. They band together, determined to bring up the child who would never know his father. But the bonds become suffocating.
