Chapter 12
Jacob had been a free man for two weeks and as such, he’d continued to sleep in his own bed.
One morning he woke up, but didn’t immediately get out of bed. Instead he lay staring up at the ceiling. He was still considering his options, which he did every morning almost like a meditation. What am I going to do with the rest of my life? he’d ask himself. Throughout his years on the Livingstone property he hadn’t given his future the slightest thought. Except, of course, for finding Peter. But that didn’t seem to be working out. He’d given Peter’s letter to Polly to post a fortnight ago. He must have received it by now. Perhaps, as Polly had said, things had changed. While he had kept the flame of love for Peter alive, Peter had let his flicker and dim.
But he’d heard from his f
