When all you have to hold on to is pride, people may think you cold and unyielding but you can’t allow yourself to care.
The day Owen rode away to war, Melandreth put her emotions in a box and hid the key.
Had she known he would be away for five years maybe she would have been more careful to remember the hiding place.
The day he rode back into the farmyard she should have felt joy, but she couldn’t. The key was lost.
She cried, and as he held her she found the key – in his strong, brown hands.