Chapter Eighteen
Doris guided the ambulance through the debris-filled town of Watford outside London. Young and old, uniformed and civilian worked together clearing rubble off sidewalks and streets. Fortunately, the air raid had been somewhat unsuccessful with most of the bombs falling in the forest and meadows, but an entire block had been decimated, and the small, local hospital was overflowing with injured. Ron agreed to house some of the patients until another solution could be found.
Ron. His face sprang to mind, and she pushed the image away. She had work to do, and his presence would distract her. If only she could get her heart to cooperate with her mind.
Dust clung to the air and coated the windshield. If bombs didn’t kill the population, lung ailments from breathing in the par
