Charlotte picked up her sister, Clara, who’d tired of walking. “I have never dined on a ship before.” With the little ones to shepherd, we’d fallen to the back of the party. In the low afternoon light, her parents’ shadows as long as poles on the dock. “Will I get seasick?”

“I doubt it, Char. The water looks calm.”

Judge Latimer’s nephew, a Loyalist shipowner, had arrived in New York to conduct business. As the judge had no close relatives, he was eager to introduce us and had coordinated an evening on the harbor. It had turned into an odd assortment of guests: A small brigade of Winters children. Lieutenant Duncan and Major André. And me and Uncle Henry, as Lucy had stayed home with Aunt Nora, whose gout had flared up.

“Will this make you sad?” Charlotte asked. “Being on a ship?”

I smiled. She always turned a little sweeter when Lucy wasn’t with us, like some balance had to be kept. “I don’t think so. It was a very long time ago.”

I held tighter to squirming Daniel as we approached the waiting ship, a pretty sloop lit up by festive lanterns with the name Endurance written on its freshly painted black hull. Duncan stood at the main deck rail, looking down. He raised one hand when he saw me, and a feeling tickled the skin on my arms like a feather.

“Boom!” Daniel shouted, shooting him with an imaginary musket. “Boom!”

“Daniel, no!” Charlotte grabbed his plump little hands. “Good Lord. What a little rebel.”

My laugh came out sounding shrill. If she only knew.

We huffed up the boarding ramp to the Endurance’s main deck, where our party awaited us. Duncan stood with Major André and the judge. Also with them was a young man who bore a striking resemblance to Asa Lane. So incredibly striking that my heart stopped.

Then my breath stopped—and then my mind—and then time itself.

He didn’t resemble Asa Lane. It was him.

He’d changed in a dozen ways—too many ways for me to absorb in a glimpse—but it was, unquestionably, him.

“Welcome to the Endurance!” the judge said cheerfully, spreading his arms. “Come, you must all meet my nephew!”

As Asa came forward with the others, my body threw a kind of a revolution. Suddenly, I had cannons booming in my chest. Fires blazing in my heart. Alarm shouting through me. As I waited for Asa to look my way, my vision smoked over. Only little Daniel, on my hip, kept me tethered to the present.

“Allow me to introduce my sister’s son, Mr. Asa Latimer,” the judge said. “Asa, these are my dearest friends, so do be your charming self and do not disappoint me.”

More shock, rocking through me.

Asa Latimer? He was using the judge’s surname?

“I shall do my best, Uncle,” Asa said.