Most importantly, he was Arthur’s friend.
Arthur had boasted that he’d saved the major’s life more than once and the other man boasted the same. Comrades in arms. They spoke a language all their own. Arthur had referred to it as a brotherhood. Honor bound them to care for one another… and in some instances, to watch out for one another’s loved ones.
He must be bringing her a message. Was Arthur hurt? Had he been injured? She convinced herself Arthur must be asking for her from a hospital bed with perhaps nothing more serious than a broken arm or surface wound.
Less than twenty feet distant now, she could see by the set of his mouth that that was not the case.
By the time the major covered half the distance and pulled up on the reins, Naomi’s blood had run cold. Perhaps if she didn’t move, time would stand still. She would not breathe or allow her heart to beat again until she knew Arthur was safe.
The major’s throat pulsed as he swallowed hard, as though to delay the words he must speak.
“No.” The strangled word escaped past suddenly dry lips.
He shook his head and frowned.
She dropped to her knees, mindless of the dirt and gravel cutting into her skin. “No.” The word came out like a cry from a wounded animal.
This unwanted visitor dismounted slowly, cautiously. His chiseled image swam as tears filled her eyes.
“Mrs. Gilcrest.” He assaulted her with the pity that laced his voice. “Naomi.”
“Don’t say it.” Naomi recovered just enough to cover her mouth with one hand. If she did this, she could stop herself from crying out. If she didn’t cry, then that would mean he was safe.
She closed her eyes and pictured Arthur’s face—the evening he’d reassured her everything would work out fine after she told him of her condition, the morning he’d repeated wedding vows to her as they stood at that ridiculous anvil, the day he’d proudly brought her to this house.
She imagined his voice breathing her name when he made love to her.
“I’m so sorry.” The major’s words struck her as surely as any bullet would have.
She slumped farther to the ground, crouching into herself. She hardly registered that the major was on his haunches beside her.
“He promised,” she gasped. “He’s coming home to me.”
“I’m so sorry.” The warm weight of his hand dropped onto her shoulder.
“You’re wrong,” she gasped as each breath seemed to bring more pain.
“We were ambushed just outside of Freetown. A handful were taken prisoner and then executed. We never even made it to the coast.”
“You’re lying. Why would you do this to me?He promised!” This person before her was no friend of Arthur’s. He was being deceitful. It was a horrible, horrible thing for a person to do.
Only it was not. Somehow, she knew. Logically, she knew the major wouldn’t lie to her.
But once she opened her eyes again, her life would be changed forever. If she stayed right here, time couldn’t move forward. Her husband would be safe.
She made a half-hearted attempt to fight him off even as she clung to the strong arms around her. They just barely kept her from splintering into a million pieces.
“I’m so sorry,” he murmured over and over. “I’m so sorry.”
Naomi had no idea how much time passed as she drowned in her loss. But her tormentor simply held her until, exhausted, her shuddering sobs faded into an occasional tremor.
“Please, let me take you inside.”
“We’re supposed to be a family,” she cried, almost in wonder. Naomi splayed her hand over her middle. How could they be a family if there wasn’t a husband? If there wasn’t a father?
The major had somehow dragged her to her feet and was leading them to the back door that entered into the kitchen. A door she’d entered hundreds of times, happy and full of hope.
Without the warmth of the sun, a shiver rolled through her, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
