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‘I’ll think it over and get word to you via Swifty. Try and get some rest. You look exhausted. I’m all right. It’ll all work out, I promise.’
‘All right, my darling. I hate to leave you,’ she said.
The guard threw the door open, stuck his face over the threshold and gestured to Cara that it was time to leave. Then he waited outside, leaving them alone.
‘I love you,’ she said quietly. ‘We’ll get you out of here and be together again soon. Just let me know.’ She ran her fingers down his beloved, gaunt face and kissed him gently on the mouth. As she drew away, he pressed his lips to her hand. He turned abruptly so she wouldn’t see the gut-wrenching pain on his face.At the door, she blew him a kiss, and the tears streamed down her face. ‘May God be with you.’
He steadied himself and managed to muster a bright smile. He couldn’t let her go like this. It could be the last time she saw him, and he didn’t want her to remember him as a broken man.
The heavy iron door slammed behind her and George was left alone in the freezing, dank cell, with his dark thoughts. His spirits had been cheered by her brief visit, but the pain of separation now ripped at his heart. Being without her was brutal. He didn’t know how to bear the loneliness. If it weren’t for Cara and the children he would wish himself dead.
Would Henry pardon him? He prayed so, or they would be forced into a dangerous life on the run if they succeeded to break him out.
CHAPTER 29
York, present day
Cara was exhausted after the trip to Seville. She took the following morning off work and pottered about the cottage. She felt flashes of sadness but mostly cold, all-consuming anger which seared her soul.
Usually, when separated from George, she felt despondent, as if she had lost a vital body part. Missing him formed a dull ache in her chest, omnipresent, even when she tried to distract herself.
Over time she had grown accustomed to the feeling and had become better at bearing it but could still be brought to her knees in a heartbeat. A memory, a smell, or the sight of something which reminded her of him, was all it took.
But this fiery anger took her by surprise.
Why was she so angry at him? In the grand scheme of things, this time was no worse than the others. He didn’t even know what he’d done so being angry was pointless.
And then the answers flooded in. She had thought they had a second chance. She had believed he was free and they couldfinally be together after all of the heartache and suspense since that first meeting in the bookshop. The disappointment was crushing. For a fleeting period, she had allowed herself to hope they might have a proper life together. A life composed of more than blissful snatched moments—a life she didn’t have to hide. Even when she had met Kate and was hit by the new reality, George pursued her, making it yet more difficult for her to let him go again.
Why did he do it? Did he somehow unconsciously sense their connection? Or did he know more than he was letting on? When he had been married to Joanna, and they had grown so close, sometimes she suspected he knew there was more to their relationship.
Like when they were at Hampton Court Palace. How could he not know on some level about their past? It seemed crazy that he would complicate his life with Kate if there wasn’t more to their relationship than a fleeting fancy.
Most of all, she was angry at him for the choices he had repeatedly made; the choices which now dictated their destiny. They must both continue to pay for his weakness, and it made her bloody mad.
‘I would kill you with my bare hands if you were here now, George.’ Saying the words out loud felt good. She’d been trying to control her anger for too long. He had messed up. If she were to believe in the Twin Flame journey, their souls had made a pact before they inhabited their physical bodies.
They were supposed to reunite against any and all odds. George had failed miserably, and she must give up on him. She couldn’t do this anymore.
Cara’s moods fluctuated to the extreme. Occasionally the searing anger dissipated and gave way to an intense longing to feel his arms holding her close against him, but it soon passed, and the anger bubbled back to the surface.
Consciously or not, he had chosen all of this. He was the reason they weren’t together. She had ended her engagement immediately after they had fallen in love because it wouldn’t have been fair to stay with Daniel. But George resigned himself to leading a double life, despite the havoc it wreaked on them both. He hung onto his life with Joanna to the point where the time travel powers that be had taken it from him. And now he was with Kate.
She was tired of trying to make a life with him when he would make no space for her in his. This must be part of the Twin Flame journey. Perhaps they both had different lessons to learn, which she was yet to understand. It was all too painful—she had been squeezed dry like a lemon. Her heart had never bled like this before. She had no more left to give.
She hoped the anger would last because it wasn’t as painful as the familiar heart-wrenching agony which wracked her soul when she let herself give in to her love for him. It was no good. She would have to find a way to exist without him; at least in this timeline.
Listless and weary, she made a cup of tea in an attempt to soothe her soul, and then sat down at the kitchen table. Even the tea reminded her of George. Everything reminded her of him.
She didn’t know what was going on in Tudorville, but she hoped it was better than this mess. Surely, they deserved some luck in one of their lives together. Why did it all have to be so difficult?
Her phone rang. She peered at the screen. It was an unknown number. Hmm. Who could that be?She didn’t want to talk to anyone and so she let it ring until the voicemail took over. That’s what voicemail was for, she reasoned. It was probably one of those automated sales calls anyway.
She browsed her emails and mindlessly deleted, filed and responded to the urgent ones, quickly restoring order to her inbox. If only life was as simple to organise.
Later that evening, she checked her phone and saw there were two notifications of new voicemail messages. She pressed the button and listened.
‘Hi, Cari. It’s Dad. Haven’t seen you for ages. Wondering what you’re up to. How are things? Missing you. Call me when you have a moment.’
