Chapter Fourteen
November, 1914
Ian was going to war.
Just one more thing to add to her already heaping pile of self-loathing and blame. If she hadn’t tricked him, he probably wouldn’t have enlisted in the first place. Perhaps he’d be the one walking outside with Leda, laughing.
Helen stared out her bedroom window, watching Leda and the maid Audrey walk down the driveway together. The late autumn wind gusted around the two women and Helen watched them pull their woolen coats tighter around themselves, their heads bowed together, deep in conversation. Leda was very distressed about Ian and it seemed that her friend was offering her comfort.
Helen had never had a female friend like that. She sighed as an overwhelming sadness engulfed her. She took a long drag on her cigarette and t
