Fields of Grace
“His fellow passengers slept; he didn’t want to disturb them. But he must follow Henrik. Only moments ago, he had wakened and spotted the boy slipping around the corner toward the stairs.
In the three days since they’d lowered Reinhardt and Jakob into the sea and moved Joseph to sick bay, Henrik had been uncommunicative, holding himself aloof from everyone. Eli had witnessed Lillian’s despondence at her eldest son’s withdrawal, and her heartache ate at him. Henrik must be made to see how his coldness affected his mother. A quiet chat at night, with no listening ears of other passengers or with Lillian at hand to interfere, might be what was needed to bring a change in Henrik’s behavior. At least, Eli prayed it would be so.
The moon hung high and bright in a cloudless sky, bathing the deck in soft light. Henrik sat with his back against the wall, his arms wrapped around his knees and his gaze heavenward. Wind ruffled his brown hair and lifted the open flaps of his jacket.
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