Chapter Six
Celia’s heart pounded as she, Robert and Patrick mounted the steps to Craiglockhart. They’d traveled all the preceding day on the ferry over to Scotland and then the train to Edinburgh. By the time they’d taken a room at an inn on Prince’s Street, it had been too late in the evening to visit Freddie.
Now, in the mid-morning sun, the large stone building gleamed ominously. It had once been part of a beautiful lordly estate, surrounded by green lawns and shrubberies.
But Celia saw it only as the place that held her dear Freddie, the last stop between his coming home or going back to war.
Robert squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, Ceil,” he told her with a gentle smile,
“It’ll all come out all right.”
Patrick’s hand tightened on her
