She glanced up at the ferrotype hanging on the wall above the dresser, the picture taken on their wedding day, with James, resplendent in his army Captain’s uniform seated, and Helena in her beautiful dress standing behind him, clutching his arm. XXNX It bounced on the floor and disappeared into the dark shadows of the barn’s recesses. Helena’s home was a country house and also a working stable several miles out of town, and up a long lane off the main road so it made sense for the two of them to spend the evening there as it was unlikely to receive any visitors, but Helena had wanted to be on hand as sometimes the horses were spooked by the sound of fireworks if any should be set off in the vicinity. In the moonlight Helena could see nothing, but nevertheless the horses continued to protest,
