remarkable.” “I’m surprised you can accept this all so easily.” “Helena was a very mysterious woman.” His eyes glimmered. “I could spend a lifetime trying to understand her.” He shook his head with a grin. “Certain things she did, or knew, make so much more sense to me now. I can’t believe she was willing to give it all up for me.” “I get the impression she would have done anything for you. Putting your child’s future before her own was a huge sacrifice.” “How does she fare?” “Not well.” Gemma frowned. “She blames herself for everything you’re going through. The murder accusations, your… death.” “My death?” “Well, not anymore.” Gemma smiled lightly trying to take the punch out of her truth. “So you just… changed history?” “Uh-huh.” “Hm.” His head tipped in contemplation. “Remarkable.” “I’m not done though.” Gemma nibbled on her cheek. “I need your help to keep changing it. You see Helena needs to know you forgive her. She’s never… gotten over you.” “But you said she’s… married.” Gemma noted the distinct edge to Nathaniel’s voice. She softened her own to compensate. “She is and she loves Bryan, but… not like she loves you.” It was a sad reality. Gemma knew the art of moving on was a hard one to master. Helen had done her best to give Harrison a normal life, but she had paid a significant price. “She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever encountered, such strength, such passion. She was my life. If only she had told me the truth.” Gemma hugged her knees and rocked forward. “I think she wanted to, but was afraid.” “I would have still loved her.” “I know… and I think she knew that too. I’m guessing she didn’t tell you, because she knew you’d be able to convince her to stay. She probably stole away in the dark, because one look at your face would have annihilated her will. It was the only way she could be strong.” Nathaniel could only swallow and shake his head. Gemma allowed the silence to linger, giving him time to process the bombshell of information. She averted her gaze, choosing to admire the horses instead. Her thoughts lingered on Helen as she waited, wondering how she would cope with this change in history. “I do forgive her, though there’s hardly a need. Her reasons were virtuous.” Gemma’s head whipped around with the quiet statement. “I love her so much. I’d do anything for her.” A smile grew on Gemma’s face as she felt her belly ignite. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” Nathaniel’s head shot up, his eyes narrowing. “You have a plan?” She nodded. “How do you feel about sailing?” Nathaniel’s eyebrows rose then dropped as understanding dawned. “They’ll just keep hunting you if you stay here,” Gemma quickly justified. “There’s a passenger ship leaving from Liverpool in a few days time. It’s the closest port to where we are. If we leave today, we should be able to make it.” “Where’s it bound?” “New York.” “You want me to go to America?” Gemma nodded with a hopeful grin. “And what am I supposed to do there?” “Write a letter.”
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It took them three days to reach Liverpool. Gemma tried not to push Nathaniel too hard. They rode at a slow amble and stopped early in the day to set up camp. They spent their evenings talking of Helen and Harrison. Nathaniel remembered every detail of his time with his “morning star” and Gemma relished his intoxicating stories. She tried to stay casual about her feelings for Harrison, but Nathaniel’s passion was inspiring and she had soon shared all her secret dreams and fears over the relationship. Nathaniel listened with a patient smile. He reminded her so much of Harrison sometimes she found it hard to breathe and ached to see her boyfriend again. The sound of seagulls filled the harbor. Gemma glanced up at the greedy birds circling the docks and