Chapter Twenty-OneGerard peered out the compartment window at the dusky shadows on the landscape. Finally. Enough darkness to make their attempt to jump from the train. The last three hours had been an excruciating wait in alternating silence and awkward conversation. He’d pulled the curtains on the glass panel in the door to prevent nosy passengers looking in, but the fabric covers also meant he didn’t have a view either.
The muscles in his back ached from being clenched in anticipation of discovery. He massaged his shoulders and rotated his neck in an effort to get relief, but the knots under his skin remained firmly in place.
Next to him, Emily sat with her head bowed and eyes closed. Fingers laced together, her knuckles were white. If she was praying, her conversation with the Almigh
