Chapter 75

“You need to keep up your strength.” I’d heard those words from the time I was a little kid refusing to eat my peas.

“Thanks. Sorry I missed breakfast.”

“What’s wrong, John?”

I shrugged. “Worried about Matthew.”

“What’s different about him disappearing this time?”

I looked into her blue eyes and thought about the time she’d almost smothered Matthew hugging him to her breast after he’d run off to Otter’s when he was a child. What Pa had said was true. She loved Matthew as much as she loved the children she bore.

We walked to the bench against the wall where I sat beside her, drew a deep breath, and started talking. She clutched my arm, and I could see my words hit her hard. She’s a fair woman, and she grew even paler as I revealed more and more. She said nothing until I finished. Then the forge fell silent for so long I grew ashamed. I made to get up, but she held me tighter.

“Are you sure, son?”