Back The Titanic Sisters
Chapters (53)
  1. Praise
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Donegal, Ireland - 1911
  7. Delia
  8. Nora
  9. Delia
  10. Nora
  11. The Titanic - 1912
  12. Delia
  13. Nora
  14. Delia
  15. Nora
  16. Delia
  17. Nora
  18. Delia
  19. Nora
  20. Delia
  21. New York - 1912
  22. Delia
  23. Nora
  24. Delia
  25. Nora
  26. Delia
  27. Nora
  28. Dallas, Texas - 1913
  29. Delia
  30. Donegal - 1913
  31. Nora
  32. Shotgun City - 1913
  33. Delia
  34. New York - 1913
  35. Nora
  36. Humboldt Ranch - 1913
  37. Delia
  38. Shotgun City - 1913
  39. Nora
  40. Delia
  41. Nora
  42. Delia
  43. Nora
  44. Delia
  45. Nora
  46. Delia
  47. Nora
  48. Delia
  49. Nora
  50. Delia
  51. Delia
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. Suggested Questions for Discussion

“We may as well turn in for the night,” he said.

I followed him and Lily back to the carriage, picked up my traveling bag and waited for the conductor to open the curtain that hid the sleeping compartment. I stepped inside and quickly pulled the curtain tightly across the opening. Inside, there was a small bed covered in silken sheets. I stood, my heart thumping. I was acutely aware that Aidan was in the compartment right next to mine, separated only by a curtain. The distance between us was so small I could have put out my hand and touched him. A sadness came over me as I imagined how different things might have been.

I was awakened with a start when I felt someone’s presence beside the bed. I sat straight up and turned up the lamp. Lily stood looking down at me. She carried the small, well-worn plush rabbit she always slept with.

“What’s wrong, Lily?” I whispered.

“I can’t sleep. I’m frightened.”

The poor wee thing, I thought. I’d probably have felt the same way at her age if I was lying in a strange bed by myself on a moving train. I pulled aside the bedcovers.

“It’s all right, Lily. Climb in with me. I’ll keep you safe.”

The warmth of her small body was comforting. Soon her steady breathing told me she was asleep. I lay awake for a while, but soon the rocking rhythm of the train lulled me back to sleep.

I awoke with a start again, sensing someone was watching me. I hadn’t drawn the window curtains aside, and the red rays of dawn filtered into the Pullman car, giving enough light that I could make out a shadow. I knew instinctively who it was.

“Aidan?” I whispered. “Is something wrong?”

He came closer. “Nothing,” he whispered back. “I went to check on Lily and she wasn’t in her bed. I guessed she might be with you.”

I nodded. “She came in last night. She was afraid of being on her own.”

I thought then he might be hurt that she didn’t seek comfort with him. As if reading my thoughts, he said, “I am surprised she didn’t come to me, but I suppose . . .”

He let the words trail off.

“She is missing her mother, I think.”