When Memory Whispers #55

Christian Fiction Friday

When Memory Whisper v2As Marie and Frost entered the cool interior, the church’s holy presence descended upon them. A few worshipers dotted the sanctuary while a hidden organist played familiar hymns.

Sitting in a back pew, Marie bowed her head, but found prayer impossible. Across the Channel, soldiers were killing and being killed at that very moment. At least, Frost wasn’t one of them.

But what about Ian? What about her brothers?

She involuntarily shivered.

What about Hector? Did he know she had deliberately deceived him? Perhaps she should return the pearl necklace and earrings. She imagined herself handing him the two velvet cases. “I took these under false pretenses,” she could say. “Nothing personal—truth is the first casualty of war.”

If that were true, trust must be the second.

She peered sideways at Frost. His elbows were propped on his knees, his face buried in his hands. Closing her eyes, she hid this image of him in her heart.

As the majestic chords of Amazing Grace resonated throughout the cathedral, he stirred beside her.

“The end will come soon now.” He swallowed hard. “We were beaten long ago. Now the Fuhrer will have to accept defeat.”

She inwardly groaned at Frost’s “we,” but couldn’t bring herself to question him about it. “What will you do?”

“I’ve been called back to Hamburg. I leave tonight.”

Called by whom?

She tightened her grip on the wadded handkerchief. “Will the Germans retaliate?”

Staring ahead, he nodded. “You must leave London.”

“I promised Ian I would. I hoped he’d be back before the invasion.”

“Do you love him?”

She gazed at Frost’s strong jawline with its short stubble of growth, the slight ruddiness of his cheek. “We had a mission.”

A pang of guilt seized her as soon as she said the words. But despite not knowing what Frost had taken from the jacket, despite the way he appeared and disappeared, somehow she believed with all her heart that she could trust him never to hurt her, never to betray her.

“It’s part of my cover to love Ian. Or at least pretend to.”

“Then find him. Go to him.” Frost finally looked at her, his eyes pleading. “Can you do that?”

“If you want me to.”

Frost nodded once. “He’s a good man.”

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