Shadows Amongst Light (The Spy Who Loves Me) (40 page)

             
Slowly Ben stopped asking about Noah as the months drug by but I knew that he still thought about his father all the time.

             
We were able to keep our names after all, and I saw that as one bright shining spot of hope. I still held out hope that Noah would come back to us.

             
The folks around the community believed me to be a widow, even though no one ever asked. And I never told them differently. It just seemed easier that way.

             
Each day, I’d take my son to school and kiss him goodbye. Then I’d go back to our small farmhouse and work on my website while scanning Noah’s old laptop for possible hope.

             
It had been five months since we’d been forced to leave our home in Colorado and still there was no word from Noah or from Davis. But I was holding Davis to his promise. I knew he would tell me what happened to Noah not matter how bad the news was.

             
And then one day it happened.

             
Each afternoon, I walked down to the mailbox before picking up Ben from school.

             
Today there was the usual assortment junk and bills. But then, I was stopped dead in my tracks, along that dusty roadside. Bo turned back to look at me as if to ask, what on earth was I doing?

             
There amongst the usual mail, I found a postcard from that small village outside of Anchorage. There was no name. Just a few simple words.

             
‘The sun never sets here. There is no more darkness and no more danger. I miss you both. Come soon.’

             
The minute I read those words, I knew they were from Noah. He was okay. And I was going to him.

             
I found myself literally smiling as I ran the distance to the house. Inside, I started packing. I’d need to find our warmest coats. There might not be darkness in Alaska but there were mountains and cold. And I’d missed the cold.

             
I didn’t know what lay ahead for Noah and me. But I knew that he was alive and that he wanted us with him. I could only pray that this time it meant forever. No more secrets, no more shadows. No more past.

             
I prayed that this time, The Organization had set us free of its entanglements. That we could live our lives out together. Simply as husband and wife, mother and father.

             
That we would be free at last of the shadows that had clouded our happiness for so long. That we could be just another part of the light.

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              No one leaves The Organization. It just doesn’t happen. But sometimes, if you’re really lucky, The Organization lets you go.

              And sometimes not...

TH
E END

About the author

Mary Eason grew up in a small Texas town famous for, well not much of anything really. Being the baby of the family and quite a bit younger than her brothers and sister, Mary had plenty of time to entertain herself. Making up stories seem to come natural to her.

As a pre-teen, Mary discovered romance novels and knew instinctively that was what she wanted to do with her over-active imagination.

Today, Mary still lives in Texas, and still writes about romance. In fact, she can’t think of anything else she’d rather do.