Stretching, I clambered out of the cart, surprised at how stiff and cold I was. I looked up at the old man sitting in the driver’s seat of the wagon.
“I can’t thank you enough. I don’t know when I’ll ever be able to repay your kindness, or Molly's. Please thank her for me.”
My throat constricted, making it hard to talk and swallow. Tears brimmed in my eyes and I wiped them away with my fingers. If my plan succeeded, I might never see the land of my birth again.
I turned my back on the road we had just traveled and faced the harbor. Everything and everyone I knew and loved were lost to me.
“Here, hold still a few minutes.” Patrick hopped out of the cart and pulled a pair of kitchen scissors from a pocket. He grinned. It deepened the wrinkles around his eyes, but their twinkle made him l
