Chapter ThirteenA knock sounded at the bedroom door.
“Rosa! Mr. Jenkins is here.” Noreen’s voice was muffled.
“Be right there.” Rosa finished brushing her hair then inspected her reflection in the mirror. The robin’s egg blue dress was one of her older garments, long out of style, but in good condition. Her shoulder-length, blonde hair shone despite the dim lighting in the bedroom. Conrad always said it was her best feature.
Her chest tightened. Was she being unfaithful to her husband’s memory? They had agreed that if anything ever happened to either one of them, the other should remarry. But that discussion had occurred when they were young and arrogant enough to believe they would live forever.
Then he died.
And she came to a country where falling bombs killed innocent people every
