Chapter Thirteen“Meghan, you’ve got to wake up now.”
Her mother’s voice was as kind as she remembered. A gentle shaking of her shoulder followed. She was warm and sleepy. She stretched and dragged her eyes open to look once more into her mother’s face.
Landau’s grayed face and rough beard confronted her. She yelped and shifted on the divan until her back was against the wall.
“Sorry, if I startled ye, lassie. This is a nasty enough face to wake up to, I’m sure. But Nellie is just putting dinner on the table, and a bit of food is what you’ll be needing.”
She looked about the room. She was in the parlor and the thin light of dawn shone through the windows. She shook her head and pulled off an old blue quilt. It was a jumble of blues and grays like the ocean in a storm. A small boat was s
