After his three days’ pass of which he spent as much time as possible with her, he had only had one more opportunity to see her, and that had been i... public. She had been brave and cheerful, and he had no doubt that she was serious when she wished him luck and happiness for his future, but it had still hurt to know that he might never see her again. Captain Benning had hinted that his wife would assist her. Yet, what would become of Catrina and her daughters once she returned to the British. Toward the end it was only Richard's stubborn insistence that kept me there. I'd known from the start that he'd be my most difficult hurdle, but his persistence in the face of so much contradictory evidence was quite impressive.No-one ever said as much, but it appeared that I'd been right about the older voice-prints not matching. They had me recite written passages they'd excerpted from a number of my phone calls—from what I could recall they were word-for-word—and then huddled together with. "Okay." I answered shrugging my shoulders.As I approached the rear of the hut I heard the sound of water splashing coming from inside. I cautiously edged in the direction of the sound and peered inside. The hut covering had a small split in its seam, affording a clear view of the inside. And what a view it was! Inside I could clearly see Treeya, washing herself out of two large bowls of water, her naked skin displayed goose pimples caused by the cold water. She was washing her hair, the suds. She did not mind though. She was happy that Lynton and her sons got along well. The teenagers had seconds and Lynton uncorked a bottle of wine.“May we finish dinner upstairs,” Coree asked.“Yeah! Just bring your dishes down as soon as you finish,” Rochelle relented.They disappeared racing one another to the staircase.“You’ve done a great job with them, Rochelle. I’m proud of you,” Lynton confessed.“Thanks! It’s a work in progress,” she grinned.“That’s all parenting is. I always knew you’d be a.