He knew what had perished here in the fire Nicholas had built. Why Olivia and Nicholas chose that moonlit night of beauty in which to end it.
A love they couldn’t have.
After a time…“I envy you both,” he said softly in the night, lifting his head to look up at the room where they had died.
As he turned towards Borcombe, the wind followed, but Rutledge wasn’t aware of it. He stopped at the end of the drive and looked once more at the house below the headland. It stood there dark and silent, man-made and vulnerable, yet somehow invested with a grace all its own.
And he knew, without knowing how, that Olivia was finally at peace.
But that he would be possessed, for a very long time, by the woman she had been.
WINGS OF FIRE
Copyright © 1998 by Charles Todd.
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