Chapter Thirty
When morning came, Ryan hurried to the stables to find that Gabriel and the horses they’d hired in St. Peter, were gone.
She stood in the center of the paddock, holding a tray of poached eggs with beans and a cup of black coffee. She stared at the milling sheep.
He’d gone.
She’d dragged him from his sanctuary, and he’d come along as far as he could tolerate, and now he was gone.
Their chance at a real marriage was over. She was alone again. Everything from here, she would manage on her own.
As ever.
The phrase “remarkably unchosen” echoed in her head.
Not everything revolves around you, she reminded herself, lowering the plate to a passing sheep. The ewe eagerly lapped up the steaming eggs.
He has his own demons, and they are significant.
With trembling hand, she took a sip of the coffee, and then poured out the rest. Swiping away a tear, she trudged back to the house.