Chapter 17

And once again, Gabe had to return to Braddockville to bury his black swan and the man his black swan loved.

Mother Morwen had a replacement ready for him.

“How did you know?” he asked her.

“I saw it in their palms.”

“And yet you let them go with me.”

“It was their destiny.”

He was afraid to ask if that was his newest black swan’s destiny, not that it mattered. This time Gabe swore he would keep his distance from the young man—who turned out to be a young woman.

* * * *

She didn’t survive the First World War.

Her replacement, another woman, was killed while they worked with the French resistance obtaining intelligence during World War II.

Gabe lost another black swan in Korea.

By the time the war in Vietnam was over and he’d returned to the States with another wooden box, he’d had enough. He resigned his position in the government—they dismissed what he was, preferring to believe the intelligence the CIA gathered was more valid—and he took up travel. Alone.