Chapter Fifteen
January, 1916
“Ian is coming home.” Duncan made the pronouncement from the doorway. “I just received the telegram from the War Office.”
Leda’s gaze snapped up to see his large frame filling the space. Immediately, her hands holding the teacup and saucer began to shake. She set them down and jumped up. “Oh, my God! Where is he? Can we go to him?”
Helen, who’d been sitting next to her, also set down her cup and saucer and picked up Robert, who’d been playing on the floor by her feet. “Thank God,” she whispered.
Duncan walked up to Leda and put his hands on her shoulders. The grim expression in his dark eyes made her stomach lurch.
She stared up at him. “Duncan, what is it? Something’s wrong?”
Helen approached them. “Is he…” She fell silent, leaving Leda’s own gr
