{"id":2693,"date":"2020-08-11T21:01:36","date_gmt":"2020-08-12T04:01:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=2693"},"modified":"2020-08-11T11:13:42","modified_gmt":"2020-08-11T18:13:42","slug":"reflection-from-behind-the-mirror-mfrwhooks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2020\/08\/11\/reflection-from-behind-the-mirror-mfrwhooks\/","title":{"rendered":"A reflection from behind the mirror #MFRWHooks"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"TheThe Woman Behind the Mirror<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

Blurb<\/strong>
\nBecause of an arranged marriage to a man who repulses her, Sarah Forsythe runs away with the son of a minister. Not to Gretna Green, to the New World. Instead of a country filled with hope and possibilities, Sarah finds broken promises, abandonment, and shame. And her timing couldn\u2019t be worse! After the infamous \u201ctea party,\u201d the siege of Boston worsens as the Americans rebel against Great Britain. Desperate for money, Sarah breaks open a safe only to find a bundle of Bank of England documents. Sensing they are of value, she guards them during the long, difficult journey from Boston back to England.<\/p>\n

Bank investigator Neil McAlister doesn\u2019t believe this woman who claims she \u201cfound\u201d the documents and wants a reward in exchange for them\u2014until he\u2019s faced with two men using the same name and sharing nearly identical stories, each saying the documents belong to him. Who is lying? In time, Neil becomes aware that something is very wrong. As his feelings for her grow, he needs to know who wants the beautiful, defiant, and secretive Sarah dead?<\/p>\n

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\"MFRWExcerpt
\n<\/strong>When the small clock on her mantlepiece chimed seven fifteen, Sarah patted her hair and opened the door. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the staircase again and into the small breakfast room<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, may I join you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Robert put down the paper he was reading. \u201cI prefer to breakfast alone if you don\u2019t mind. Hannah doesn\u2019t arise until after I leave.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah pulled out a chair and sat down. \u201cI\u2019ve been absent from England for some time, but I have not forgotten our customs. I want to speak with you about your holier than thou sermon to me last night, and I want to ask you a question.\u201d<\/p>\n

Robert\u2019s face darkened. \u201cI will remind you that you are in my home and if you wish to remain here you will abide by my decisions.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah reached over to grip Robert\u2019s wrist. \u201cI did a very stupid thing running away with David. I was young and so na\u00efve it was pathetic. I have paid for my stupidity in more ways than you will ever know. However, I will tell you the siege of Boston was much worse than you, in your safe cocoon could imagine. Along with many others, I was forced into an infirmary for survival. The conditions were appalling but the alternative was starvation or disease or be murdered on the street for our clothes. Nova Scotia was not much better.\u201d<\/p>\n

Robert didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour condemning letter was the only communication I had from home. You made it very clear I was shameful and shamed, and I could not argue with that. Then your letter inviting me here was a gift from the gods. I have paid for my sins and you have no right inviting me here to condemn me with your self-righteous judgements. Nor do I have to live here under sufferance listening to them. I have learned of Lady Webber\u2019s new benevolent home for destitute women and I have decided to go there. It won\u2019t matter to the inmates who I am or what I have done. What they and the benefactors will think of you<\/em> is not my concern.\u201d<\/p>\n

Robert\u2019s face was rigid with shock. \u201cDon\u2019t be ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her fingernails dug into his wrist. \u201cI can be as ridiculous as I wish. Now, I have a question and I\u2019d like a truthful answer. You told me our father disapproved of Hannah. You defied him and married her. He decreed you\u2019d married beneath your class and turned his back. How that must have hurt Hannah who has done no wrong. Tell me, why are you trying to be a replica of him? Pompous, autocratic, a dreadful snob and an unfeeling husband who delights in putting his nice, gentle wife down.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah sat back in her chair. \u201cPapa decreed Hannah wasn\u2019t good enough. I don\u2019t think you are good enough for her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have no right speaking to me in such a fashion!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have<\/em> spoken to you and if you have half a brain you will admit I spoke the truth.\u201d Her eyes narrowed. \u201cI am not the innocent, protected girl running away from a prison of a home and a ghastly father who treated mama and all of us so badly. What I endured made me grow up and I learned that men are overbearing, selfish, spineless creatures. You are disappointed in me Robert? I am more than disappointed in you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve said more than enough,\u201d Robert said icily.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve said exactly what I wanted to say. I had intended asking your advice on two important matters. One, some papers I found in Boston and two, a young woman I met who, I believe deserves some justice. However, I doubt you\u2019d lower yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah stood up and walked from the room drained but relieved the load on her chest had lifted. \u201cWhy?\u201d she whispered. \u201cOne stupid mistake and I pay for the rest of my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yes<\/em>, the voice in her head agreed. No one wants tainted, soiled goods. Live with it or enter a convent.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, shut up!\u201d Sarah snapped but her throat was already aching. Dipping a handkerchief in the jug of water, she wiped her face and looked out the window. Spread out below were the rear gardens and orchard bathed in soft morning sun. She would love a garden like that.<\/p>\n

A knock on the door made her jump.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMay I come in?\u201d Hannah asked softly.<\/p>\n

Hastily wiping her eyes, Sarah turned around. \u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wanted to speak with Robert before he left this morning. The door was slightly ajar, and I heard what you said.\u201d
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